<?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-7362788</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:29:11.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+//-fallen angel-//+</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362788.post-111781125046190216</id><published>2005-06-03T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:07:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:85%;" &gt;hellos!hellos!long time no blog ehs.hahhas.lalalls.guess what.this week well more like wed was a great day fer me man!hahas.settled things wit twinnie plus cons.finally right.hahhas.goodgood.had to settle things wit cons the hardhard way though.nvm.as long as its settled i'm happy.sucks to fight wit her.twinnie.hmms.well i had to go and talk to things out wit her.but still its settled.hahhas.happyhappy.missed talking to my stupid twinnie and she missed talking to me.right?right?i know she did.hahas.BOO!!!today went to meet yuan yin and mashita at gm there.hahahs.stupiid sia.so damn farnie.yuan yin come meet me in my house.then i purposely go stand outside the lift and wait.she screamed siia.hahas.so crap.then we jalan here and there thinkthink do what.we hungry mahs.then buy food.then got one small kid stalk us sia.freaky friday!hahas.we finally managed to shake him off.aiyo.allot of things abt today.let's just say we had a blast.hahahs.TWINNIE!!!!i miss you!!!longlong time never talk.allot of catching up to do ehs.hahas.OREO DEAR(:   HAPPY 3 MTHS 3 DAYS YEAHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:85%;" &gt;HOPE WE'LL BE TOGETHER LONGLONG YEAHS.HEES.LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU LOADSLOADS.anyways.nothing much to blog lerhs.hope you guys like my new blogskin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:85%;" &gt;.casue i love it.hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-111781125046190216?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/111781125046190216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=111781125046190216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111781125046190216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111781125046190216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/06/helloshelloslong-time-no-blog-ehs.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-111659928325002773</id><published>2005-05-20T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:28:03.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does life gotta treat me this way!!!why do i have to be the one to suffer so much!!!!it jus sucks so much man.it hurts so much!!!i can't stop thinking abt him.i can't forget him.i need him.i know i'm attached but i've liked laksamana fer a longer time.5 mths.fer me that's long my guy is only abt 3 mths.sighs.does he know how i'm feeling now?nope.seriously doubt it.nobody knows how i'm feeling deep down inside man.nobody at all.why can't i jus forget him.he's hurt me so much yet i can't hate him.i'm jus stupid man.stupid.stupid.stupid.i'm jus so fucking stupid man!why can't i jus get it in my ead that he don't like me!!!sighs.so sad.all i can do is cry myself to slp.sighs.ik really wanna teke my penknife and slit till i see all the blood running out.sighs.twin.you know what.whenever you need me i'm always here fer you.i listen to you.i advise you.i try my level bet to make you feel better.but when i need to you're never there fer me.you know how you make me feel.since that major fight we had that day our relationship has been going downhill.sighs.sucks man.even when i tell others it still isn't the same as telling you.you understand me the best cause i'm you're meeny me and you're my big me.sighs.i really hope we'll stop fighting so much.cause i don't wanna lose sucha great jie,bestfriend and huggable bear like you.please.let's jus forget abt it all.i don't wanna fight wit you anymore and pls try to cheer up.9cm gurll:don't bother abt that person ok.she thinks she's very gorge.she is but she simply thinks too highly of herself.she thinks everybody is better than her.jus ignore her k.not worth getting upset over whatt ppl say.esp her yeahs.when you tell me you cry i thot what happened.you scared me man.try to cheer up and forget abt this k.go his hse lehs.hahhas.fer the record you're a great gurll and you're really friendly and gorge.way better than her yeahs.i'm only stating facts.&lt;br /&gt;no mood to blog.feel sad.even worse than i felt jus now.sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-111659928325002773?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/111659928325002773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=111659928325002773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111659928325002773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111659928325002773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-does-life-gotta-treat-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-111642297770129696</id><published>2005-05-18T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:52:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:180%;" &gt;LAKASAMANA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;i so totally fucking hate you.i don't know why i fell in love wit you in the frist place and why it took me so long to forget you.but now you've made it a whole lot easier fer me.you've hurt me.i hate being treated this way.i've never loved many guys as much as i love you.only 3 including my present and you.i've cried so many times over you.i cut so many times over you.all you do is let out your anger on me.you know how that's making me feel?!do you?!you don't ok!!!i tell you now.IT SO TOTALLY SUCKS!!!!!!!!i feel like slapping myself.why did i evr need to be nice to you.why did i ever fall in love with you.5 mths i've liked you.5 fucking wothless mths now all gone down the drain.i don't understnad you.i simply don't at all.just casue you're cute you think so highly of yourself.wtf!learn to be fucking humble man.it doesn't kill you know?!they're loads of totally hot guys out there who are humble and nice mah.follow them man.you'll learn a thing or two.so pissed and hurt now man.totally no mood man.jus feel like crying cutting.running away and dying!!!!argh!!!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;darhling twin:&lt;/span&gt;we said we'll never let it happen again yeahs.and it surely won't.you're the only one i can share all my problems wit.casue you're like me.(: i really feel i sldn't have told you abt the green apple thingy.sucks to see you so hurt and upset.cheer up sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;results:&lt;/span&gt; history; 65/100 [2nd in class] maths; 48/100 [so many careless man.sighs] tamil; 68 [2nd in class] ;english 80/100 [first in class(:] ;lit 123/200 [2nd in class] ; cme 45/50 [2nd in class] ; dnt 34/100 [so hard man.sighs] rest to be updated soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-111642297770129696?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/111642297770129696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=111642297770129696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111642297770129696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111642297770129696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/05/lakasamanai-so-totally-fucking-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-111606394127927732</id><published>2005-05-14T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T17:50:05.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hellos.finally i've decided to type somethings in my blog.sighs.these past two days have been a total nightmare man.yesterday tt girl go blow the whole thing up.we only asked her one simple question.and she say we show her attitude.wtf sia.after tt she apologize alr.then i thot i also better apologize.so i did.then she go complain to her godbro l_ _ _ _ g.then he cum and say what i've been messing with cons.wtf man.not happy.not happy lahh.she's not your girl anymore.keep tt in mind and talk.you still sound like her guy.so extra seh tt one.other ppl got problem wanna cum and butt in.we can fight till we die also not your problem right?nabei ah.can't stand it when you go support her.biased sia.you think only you got godbro and godsis who very "big deal" ah.i also have man.its jus i rather settle my own problems by myself instead of complaining to everybody man.i younger than you but i got more common sense.now even a_ _ _ _ h's mad.i know you've always hated us and never liked it when i was her godsis.so i guess you've finally got your wish.she ain't my jie anymore.now you can go dance arnd and celebrate.she said i don know how to accept her friends esp you.you don know how hard i tried to be nice to you.casue you were her best friend.my girls dislike you too.but casue i begged them to be nice to you they were.you never bothered to see how hard all of us were trying.you don understand at all.you never know at all.a _ _ _ _ h, its your choice and i know i'll never be able to change that.i know your desicion will last forever and it won't change even if i die.you say i don treat you like my jie.you were like half of me.i told you everything and i thot you were the one person who wld'nt hurt me ut help me instead.i guess i was wrong when i said that.casue you are the one person who had left the most scars on my heart.whenever you're pissed i'm the one who gets it frm you.though it really hurts when you let out your anger on me.i jus keep quiet and don say anything at all.i've never been treated this way b4 you know.and i've never treated any of my godsis' or godbros this way b4.i've forgiven you a million times and in the end this is what i get.i simply can't help thinking if you like her have always hated me and my friends.i don understand%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-111606394127927732?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/111606394127927732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=111606394127927732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111606394127927732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111606394127927732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/05/hellos_14.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-111522187829088204</id><published>2005-05-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:51:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:85%;" &gt;hellos.(: long time no blog eh.ahahas.sorry ah.busy doind other stuff.whoos.finally manged to change my blogskin.nice nice eh?. i like the song!ahahas.so my exams are starting this friday.stress seh.i got like tamil compo,tamil paper and english paper in the same day.gotta mug really hard casue i wanna do well ma.if not i'll dissapoint my darhling oreo and everybody who has fate in me esp my old girls.right guys?ahahs.actually frankly my sci marks were damn bad.passed first test then failed the rest 3 or 4.recently i've passed witht flying colours fer all my recent sci test.[4 sci tests] cause my mro helped! right dear?i wldn't have passed without you helping me mug.wasn't it fun to take a break and celebrate my 2 mths on the 1st.ahahas.we went to the beach.funfun seh!he lahh anyhow accidently go push me into the water then wanna help me but i go pull him back in.then we were like playing a fool in the water then one couple walk past and say wad after marriage can still be so sweet.wei!we not married yet man!we're still young and carefree well sorta.ahahs.you blind lahh.anw happy late 2 mths ah.i alr wished you so not really late yeah.ilove you baby.you sld know that right.hope our love will last fer a long long long time.(: i helped you mug fer your exams too so you better to well hor.don let me down and i hope i won let you down too yeah.hahahs.to the rest of my darlings good luck fer your exams.study hard esp to the lazy pigs who are finding it hard to mug casue can't concentrate.talking to you guys ah jies.hahahs.i sound like a mother.whoos.i'm pregnant with oreo's baby.no that's a joke.hahahs.leejing.i'm so happy fer you girl!i know you've been waiting fer it fer a really long time.rmb the major crazy fight we had abt it.hahas.no hard feelings lahh.you're a wonderful girl and you deserve it sweetie.love you loads kkaees.and hope we get to meet soon.haven't seen you in sucha long time and missing all your advices and crap.hhahas.so i guess that's it.too those who've been bugging me to update.here!ahahas.love you guys loads man!tc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-111522187829088204?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/111522187829088204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=111522187829088204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111522187829088204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111522187829088204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/05/hellos.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-111288264153390928</id><published>2005-04-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:04:01.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my stupid fucking parents.they jus suck to the core sia.i myself got more than enough problems and they have to make it even worse.they like got personal pleasure in making my life a total fucking misery sia.i can't take all this man.coming to a point like nowdays when i cut even though its damn deep i got no feeling anymore.cry also dun seem to feel any better.wth is happening to me man.i feel as if i'm losing my mind and losing control of everything else too.life sucks so much man.i jus wanna run away from all this shit.i don't really care what happens.if i ge sent to girl's home maybe is better ar.at least no need to suffer so much sia.haii.hurts man.even the pain of when i cut is way more better cause not tt painful.maybe cause i really too used to it lahh.sice pri 5 man.hu wldn't be used to it.haii.my life is a living nightmare man.i don't wanna live it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-111288264153390928?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/111288264153390928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=111288264153390928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111288264153390928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tiara.elyn.jiahui.cheryl and jiayan.so fun sia.pug jelly opened the concert.and the rest was jus a blast.i bought a sp shirt and pug jelly signed on it.and i have a rose which sp touched.so cool sia!(: my feet and ears are still aching frm yest. mans.hahahs.came back at 1 yest sia.to think i actually made it to school today.hahas.see i changed my skin.you like.hahahs.i like it anw.hahahs.yeah.baby.tmr counts one mth.(:time passes so fast doesn't it.hope we can keep counting our time together always and forever.ilu darling.(:hahhas.anw.exams cuming up.scared sia.wad if i do badly.feeling really stressed and depressed lately.keep on crying sia.nvm.i hope it'll pass soon.anw.tired like shit.i'll update soon yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7362788.post-111055493645310133</id><published>2005-03-11T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:37:09.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wait more to blog.seperate de.haix.i know i've said a million times ow much life sucks.and maybe by now everyone used to it le.haix.now i nothing to say.but i can telll you.bllod.life flashing b4 me.dead.haix.that should explain it ba.everyone's pissed at me.even i'm pissed at myself.everything seems to be my fault nowdays.for everything.annabel.haix.give up.give up.give up.that's what you all wanna hear right.now i say I GIVE UP!!!!!!!haix.so upset and sad sia.cnt stop crying so many thought running through my mind.betrayed and backstabbed again!!!! over and over again!!!! you all think wad i rag doll isit.no feelings de.can anyhow hurt her isit!!!! ya go ahead lahh.my heart already cannot take anymore so what's the use.just go ahead and hurt me..insult me.DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!i can't take it anymore man.i'm breaking down.its never been this bad before.haix.in case no one knew i have feelings too.i'm a human too.i know how to love and how to hurt too.haix.just cause i only have myself and no one else doesn't mean anything.haix.i know i'm a one woman party.i'm know you all love to hurt me.i know you all don't wanna see me.fine lahh.i die loll.so simple.haix.no one understands.with jus a few harshful words and rumors you all have destroyed me totally.i really can't take it anymore.i dun wanna type le.crying too much.haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-111055493645310133?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-7362788.post-111055381692032514</id><published>2005-03-11T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:44:34.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haix.past few days have been so fucked up sia.haix.no mood to blog recently.haix.1stly i can tell you.no moron 5 becoming moron 3 sia.why cause of tt bitch YY lahh.anyhow go and open her mouth until so big and say what they her godsis lahh.what if something aomething can go find them lahh.what bullshit lahh.wanna smack her man.then summore can say i say wan.you dare say again lahh.dare say.try saying again lahh.then i'll show you the true me lolls.i never show you the true me yet.that's why you take advantage right.right anot?!so fucking pissed with you man.hope you meet with a car crash and die lahh.now ppl think its i say one.asif i not enough problems like that.fuck.fuck.fuck.when the first time ppl tell mi yoo were da one hu told that m i never even ask you.but again ar.if you say you never do it.then why people cum and say its you ar you tell mi.got so many ppl in this skool so why you ar.you very special meh.spoil my whole mood today man.somemore that gerl another one.recess time come and ask me if i was the one who sia.if you think i'm the one no use asking me am i right anot.only make mi even more annoyed right.argh!hate my fucking life man.shit lahh.no i even confused abt him sia.he's my bf and i dunno lahh.dun wanna sya here.haix.i trying to control myself from cutting but life's getting from bad to worse i really can't tahan anymore sia.wheneveri stand near my window i jus feel like opening it up and jumping down.since tues band that gerl keep on giving mi this shit face erm.i aso never do anything to you man.so gimme tt kinda face for what ar.bitch abt me behind my back but infront of me so damn sweet sia.argh!hate this kinda ppl man.and i used to think tt nata they all were bad [[no offence guess all in da past de.]] dun wanna blog anymore.mood all gone.having god sisters in this skool isn't da same man.haix.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-111055381692032514?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/111055381692032514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=111055381692032514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111055381692032514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/111055381692032514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/03/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110967574561287425</id><published>2005-03-01T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:06:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hellos.i'm gonna post a convo that i had with a certain senior recently on msn.see if you agree with hurr esp.those hu are frm gmss ya.hmms you might you might not.leave a comment on mi taggie ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh.you dun go and think that we all so free to tok abt you hor cause we aren;t that kinda people no matter wad you think.and edmund didn't say anything about you also loll.so dun go and make up stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahax.. so.. some1.. is guilty conscience now.. hahax.. u know what u have done.. wel... just a piece of reminder that.. u are going to pay for wad u have done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;waliao.i never say anything man.dun cum and accuse me can.how am i gonna pay.with my life?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;did i say who.. hahax.. so.. mayb.. u r really da 1 who bad mouthed me.. hahax.. i didn;t say u r da 1.. u r da 1 who admits it.. hahax.. n.. u know it urself if u got say anything bout me.. hahax.. cuz.. if u r da 1 who did it.. u are gonna get da retribution @ da end of da day.. As i told u already.. i don;t care about what ppl say about my rumours.. cuz.. is not true.. so.. happy spreading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i hope a lot of ppl will believe u.. ahahx.. if there is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish.. for my goodness sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.and you so fucking mature horr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun be so vulgur gal.. no wonder got ditched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooppzz.. is out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. does that hurts???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not at all.at least i'm not a fucking slut like you man.and i didn't get ditched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. if.. im a f***king slut.. wad r u manz.. hahax.. guess u r worse than me.. hahax... cuz.. a lot of ppl tell me that.. u r da 1 who got finger f***ed.. not me.. hahax.. cool.. spread somemore manz.. hahax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;den.. ppl will look @ u @ a diff prospective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. im a still a virgin.. so.. how can i be finger f***ed.. hahax.. for u.. hahax.. who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a virgin too ass.mi ar.fucking bitch loll.at least better than slut right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax.. mayb.. a bit later.. if.. u keep on spreading untrue rumours.. hahax.. u will bcome 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun get it.. why ur attitude changes to me.. i thought u were fine with me.. mayb.. da real slut is ting2.. cuz.. she told u something untrue bout me.. which.. changes ur attitude towards me.. cuz.. u may wanna find out more about ting2.. b4 u come to conclusion.. u learnt history.. u know.. effidence.. must have 1 u know.. if not.. is.. 1 sided case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is.. biased u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkaee.shine sum light then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;urm.. i dunno wad has happened.. acutally.. cuz.. im kinda blur bout it.. very outdated.. so.. do.. update me with evidences.. and news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 u get to spread something true.. do.. find.. some evidences... cuz.. if not.. ppl dun believe u.. anyway.. bout me got finger f***ed.. hahax.. i wonder where u get da info from.. but.. i dun care cuz.. is not true.. hahax.. if u have been doing that.. meaning.. u r not a virgin.. n.. i know.. who had done that.. yupx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u could ask ting2.. hahax.. she knows.. mayb.. i know.. but.. i just dun wanna say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n.. dun be so dumb lor.. IF i did it.. den.. i spread.. gosh.. im a top student.. y must i do something which is not benefitial to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not.. dummb.. c'mon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by doing htat.. im spoiling my reputation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n.. y must i do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;self praise wun stop a slut frm always being a slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r u trying to say urself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun try to be modest lar.. everybosy knows who is da slut.. hahax.. u take care lei.. is gonna be a hard blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's gonna be a hard blow.seeing you go down in shame.nahh.doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of course.. u doubt it.. as u will never c me getting it.. instead.. u.. hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so.. yupx.. c'mon.. everybody knows.. that.. u.. hahax.. beta dun say.. my stomach pain.. laugh too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing so many complaints about u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn funni.. so.. a dog.. which gender is female.. erm.. trying to cover herself by framing other.. no no no.. bad choice.. hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wadeva.you tell mi lahh.wad complaints.so big mouth mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax.. u r no better.. u must know.. when u say n when u shut up.. hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but.. too bad.. u dun even know how to use ur brain to think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;htats.. da worst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;@ least hor not lyke you loll.only think abt having sex with different&lt;br /&gt;people.esp DEXTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahax.. wow.. cool.. wad a news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;evidence??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sex ar.. erm.. too young la.. hahax.. dun keep on saying things which is not true.. not good fro health u know.. hahax.. c;mon lar.. u r just a nut.. u know about sex.. wow.. that. is so impressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool.. u know what im thinking*.. n.. i didn;t even know.. that.. i ever thoguht of having sex.. wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats so.. pro of u.. hahax.. but.. is all just not true.. so.. jsut keep on spreading lar.. a smart person.. will nto trust u.. as ther;s no evidence.. so.. yupx.. go on manz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. u know who m i refering to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ahhax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahax.. so.. do some.. self thinking yeah.. ur brain ar.. must straighten lar.. too narrow.. not good for health.. hhax.. funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you know what.you're just making urself look stupid.cause here you are arguing with mi for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im not arguing.. hahax.. im just chatting.. so sianz.. hahax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid.. mayb.. u look more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stop being such a fucking bitch man.go seduce so many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax.. u r just jealous of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;too bad.. u r just not up to standard.. mayb?? hahax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jealous!hah!of wad.ur fucking bitch ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty people.. no need to seduce 1.. guys will come n flirt to u.. not like somebody.. must fold da skirt.. act cute.. den.. bad mouth ppl just to get ppl to like her.. pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahax.. c'mon.. just admit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i dun even act cute bitch.at least hor.i dun have a pic on friendster which looks lyke ur top's gonna fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahax.. c.. u r just jealous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can;t be help.. gorgeous ppl.. r just gorgeous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thank u.. i shall take that as a compliment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like to seduce lahh.lyke you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wrong.. not seduce.. is.. ppl come n flirt with me already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ppl who r simply nice.. will always be nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.you?nice?go and dream forever aso that wun happen man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahax.. c'mon.. u r just jealous of me.. i feel so honoured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;doubt it.i'll be jealous of anyone expcept you.you might be pretty on thee outside.[[according to you]] but you're heart is damn dirty man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;urm.. really ar.. dirty heart can be washed.. but.. ROTTEN HEART like urs.. is irreversible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms.rotten heart ar.only you think so lehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mar-ga-reth Sa-lim do.give.me.strength.to.carry.on says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl.. just dun wanna hurt u.. so.. beta have a transplant yeah.. hahax.. k.. gtg.. is getting late.. take a good rest ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i only have a few things to you and mainly there are two words.&lt;br /&gt;-fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-its goodness sake not my goodness sake&lt;br /&gt;-and i didn't get ditch you were da one ass.&lt;br /&gt;-i dun twist ppl's words to make myself innocent.&lt;br /&gt;-my attitude towards you changed cause i realised ur true colours.&lt;br /&gt;-dun you dare insult ting loll.i'll always believe wad she has to say.esp compared to you.&lt;br /&gt;-and i dun learnt history.i'm learning it now.not pass.present.still can dare proclaim ur a so called top student&lt;br /&gt;-its evidence not effidence&lt;br /&gt;-i've dealt with bigger bitches than you man.and we'll see who emerges victorious in the end yeah.most likely me loll.&lt;br /&gt;-and it wun be a hard blow for mi.it'll be a hard blow for you.to lose to a sec one gerl.hah!i'm strong and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;-you sure your stomach pain cause you laugh too much anots i think its cause you've had too muc personal fun with him man.&lt;br /&gt;-eh.its more lyke you complaining to urself loll.&lt;br /&gt;-i'll never be jealous of you no matter wad.cause you might be gorgeous on the outside but your heart ain't clean.&lt;br /&gt;-you're not pretty that's why you always go and flirt with guys right.go seduce more.after kena get aids sia.&lt;br /&gt;-at least i have the looks to act cute and look not bad in a short skirt.but you try doing that loll.you'll look lyke a complete fool.even worse then the way you look now.&lt;br /&gt;-never blow your own horn man.you gorgeous.mi ass loll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110967574561287425?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110967574561287425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110967574561287425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110967574561287425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110967574561287425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/03/hellos.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110899679721705661</id><published>2005-02-21T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:39:57.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haix.he loves me.he loves me not.i love him.i love him not.i shall not cut.i shall cut.i shall not.i shall.haix.can't take it anymore.so disturbed sia.haix.shitshit.can't think straight anymore.haix.2day during LL that time.i found out what he really thinks about me.then quite upset lahhs.so after that my face not proper de.so moody moody.then got two of my classmates.shoo nicee!come and ask me whadt's wrong.then i was like shocked ahh.cause i thought they hate me marr.so i was like nothing.throughout the whole 3 lessons of d and t i was like explaining to them why i like shoo.sad.then one of those two so toot man.say he'll go and talk to him.waliao.as if i want.surely lose face de.but thanks kor.damn sweet of you to try and make me happier but only worked for awhile.i know its stupid to ahem.but then haix.i dunno lahh.hahhas.so far the whole day was pretty fucked up as usual.waliao.before skool start so damn maluh man.we were all sitting and talkin lahh.then suddenly.got one BIG HUGE GIGANTIC bee come out of no where and somemore must come to our table man.waliao.i tell you.ar.i quickly took mi can and walk.walk far.far.not lyke the rest so blur.never even realise.then later only they slowly realise.all except mashita.you toot man.actually thought we were throwing paper?!?!? huhh.ya its.paper.that's why its flying around and we're all running like a couple of mad piglets.crazy.waliao.how i know he was looking and laughing.but then you gotta admit it was scary loll.SHOO SHOO SHOO BIG!!!!!.. `sCrEaMs!.. it was!.hahahs.but i gotta admit.quite funny.all the sec one's so maluh le.hahahs.wait more lyke mainly us loll.hahahhas.haix.i think that was the only highlight for the entire dayy.yup.stayed back to watch.football though.whee.nice.nicee.just hope that i wasn't drooling.but water polo's always the best don't you agree christy?..hahahhas.i saw the way you were drooling that day when we went to meet dan dey all.waliao.like dan and him look so bloody jealous when we were like talking about the guys.hahahs.admit that you both were jealous!.hahahs.wadeva.and jasmine.dexter's ass is SO NOT sexy lorr.hu said small was sexy?!?!?! and what the hwll are you doing looking at his ass?!!?!?! dun look!!!you'll get sore eyes!!! `covers eyes for you. see i shoo sweet.thank me!hahahhas.but i still don't like it if you ask me.the water polo players better.i show you photo next time.i have.cause mi kor play marr.hahahs.hmms.hope i can change myself.managed to change what three people's opinion about me today.improvement right?..uh.he only can't stand my attitude.so i shall work extra the hard on it for him. `sighs.he shall be my determination.haix.my attitude was the same as how it was last time right guys.wonder why the people here cannot accept.so weird.now you guys don't come blame me if i become boring marr.maybe i shan't wear contacts anymore.stick to my UGLY glasses.way more nerd marr.hahahs.i'm joking horr.but i might become quiter.yes.we shal all go watch that spongebob movie together.hahahas.come i make costumes.then we wear and go.hahahahs.no lahh.anyways.and mi answers to the three questions i asked at the starting would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no he doesn't.yes i do.and yes i shall.yup.g2g le.haix.hope things change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110899679721705661?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110899679721705661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110899679721705661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110899679721705661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110899679721705661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/02/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110882976508957915</id><published>2005-02-19T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T00:31:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hellos.my status now would have to be completely depressed.haix.always am so does it make a difference.haix.shit lahh.can't seem to forget him.maybe its cause i love him too much le.haix.my life always sucks lyke shit mans.haix.i tell yoo.i'm starting to hate myself oday when i look into the mirror feel as if i want to break it lyke that.haix.i really wis i could be lyke that person.though she's a fucking slut and all.he lykes hurr wad.so maybe if i'm like her he'll lyke mi too?..haix.no matter wad i do he'll never like me lahh.quite sure about that.haix.everyone hates me.even yoo! [[points to the person reading this now]].haix.i used to tell myself last year. "primary skool life sucks man.can't wait to go to sec skool" now its like "i hate sec skool! i wanna go back to primary skool". you know if i compare which was worst primary or sec i would have to say sec.haix.shit lahh.jus wanna jump man.better that way.then no need to suffer anymore.haix.i miss being in rg.cause you guys were always there for me.when i was crying.hurt.depressed.fucked up.i knew that you guys had my back no matter what.so it wasn't that hard to bear with.cause you guys would share my burden with me but now there's no one to back me up.or help me get up when i fall.its only me.myself.and i.haix.now you know why my leg got so many bruises cause there's no one to keep me from falling.haix.hate everything man.shit.i keep on getting hurt over and over again.why me?! god loves to see me get hurt man.i can't take it anymore!too hard to bear le.eh god if you love seeing me get hurt why don't you just kill me ehs.just let me get run over by a car lahhs.if you don't hor i surely jump one of these days.almost did that day.haix.you know on friday.when i went for band to tryout.can feel like i'm totally not welcome at all.haix.when the ppl in the drum section found out that i'm not in their section they were like so happy.haix.then also.when that lucus told maya.that i might go play the clarinet.i "read" what she was sayin which was shit.haix.that's why i didn't pick clarinet cause i knew that dey didn' want me there.while michele was getting tested i asked if i could get excused to the toilet cause while standign dere i felt lyke cryin.so i actually went to the toilet to cry and get control of myself.haix.throughout the whole band time that i was there i had to keep on wiping the tears from my eyes.haix.the moment i got out.i started crying and crying.cause i jus couldn't take it anymore.haix.am i really that bad?..haix.guess am.oh yahs.that maya like came and said.what the clarinet section got too many ppl le.so tell me that its better to go to saxaphone.then they go take michelle loll.waliao.if dun want mi in your section can just say right.haix.tell you i am so NOT looking forward to band pratices man.haix.dun feel lyke typing anymore.can't see.haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110882976508957915?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110882976508957915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110882976508957915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110882976508957915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110882976508957915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/02/hellos_19.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110847415331735753</id><published>2005-02-15T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:30:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shit.shit.2day miserable sia.whole dayy.i so many times cry in skool man.think abt him only wanna die man.haix.feel so miserable the whole dayy.until even yuan yin and mashita feel so bad.haix.but then horr.is he worth all mi blood.pain.love.and more.i'm nt quite sure now.haix.but tell yo ar.after mi mt lesson which was after skool.he damn fucker sia.i walking out of skool with tt gerl lahh.then he cum and shout mi name ask mi to cum dere.i ignore so mani times.until i so pissed i go lahh.then rizuan [[or wadeva]] go sayy hello and bye.fuck lahh.then i walk away dey shout dunno wad shit.al talk @ one time how yoo expect mi to understand.then later go so call complain to mi jiee.i know you're reading this tingting.hahhas.thanks ya.she so sweet man.go help mi retort back to tt asshole.useless freak man he.then later he kol mi for dunno wad reason and scold loll.fuck isa.i aso neva do anything mans.give me that kinda fuck face and your fucking attitude for what ar?!..then i msg him and scold scold loll.oh yahs.if you're reading this.ifyour motive was to make me hate yoo guess what you've achieved it!..well almost lyke 60%.shit yoo lahh.other than that the dayy was quite kkaee lahh.tingting.thanks once more!hahahs.love ya jie!muahx.huggies :) i g2g sia.byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110847415331735753?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110847415331735753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110847415331735753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110847415331735753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110847415331735753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/02/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110846194518154988</id><published>2005-02-15T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:05:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all who are reading this story.. i really hope tat u would forward thistrue story to all your contacts.. thanks alot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story start wif a guy, name Paul and a girl named Ella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of were still students but had already started to 'fall in love'.. in&lt;br /&gt;another words, go steady.. In one of the days during their June holidays&lt;br /&gt;which they have been waiting for, they met each other at a basketballcourt.. Coincidentally, they started playing a match wif each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had fun..As Ella knew one of the frens of Paul, she asked for Paul's number.. At tat time, Paul didn't want to fall in love again, after getting so much hurt from the previous one.. Sadly, tat fren of Paul didn't give her the number..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days went by, the holidays ended.. They met each other at another basketball near Ella's skool.. Day went by and Ella borrowed Paul's hp and missed call her own hp to get his number..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat very nite, she smsed Paul.. They chatted and had fun.. Till one day,Ella expressed her love for Paul.. Paul loved her much too.. after thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 a long time, Paul thinks tat he and Ella would last, thus, asked her ifshe would be his partner.. Obviously, she agreed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went steady for one and a half short mths.. Ella ended the relationship.. with her parents not allowing her to go steady as a reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who on earth would accept tat lame reason? but Paul, like many other love victims, had no choice but to let go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years past and another fell in love wif Paul.. She was Mary.. Paul and Ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't contact for a very long time.. Paul still loved Ella very much.. but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvr had a chance to tell her.. one day, along a street, Paul was wif Mary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul saw a familiar figure across the road.. guess who was tat? it was&lt;br /&gt;Ella.. Paul ran acrossed the road, without noticing a truck coming..BANG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone near him crowded around tat area.. Mary screamed as she rushed toPaul.. Ella joined in the crowd.. She remembered the face, one who loved her so much in the past.. Next to him, was Mary.. He wasn't dead.. 'dun give up.. say my name, 100 times, 1000 time, a million times.. u're gonna say it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till u can finish a million b4 u can stop!!' Mary said to Paul.. with tears in her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought Mary was Paul's gerl.. Standing at one side,alone, was a gerl crying.. tat's was Ella who regretted breaking up wifPaul, after recalling how nice Paul treated her in the past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul was sent to the Hospital..Mary and Ella were them.. Praying hard.. An operation was carried out.. Paul didn't survive.. The Doctor came out,shaking his head.. Sighed.. He too, thought tat Mary was Paul's gerlfren,thus approached her for an apology for not being able to revive Paul.. He said to Mary: "Miss Ella.. your boyfren didn't survive.. he gave himself up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after calling your name 157 times.. im sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor has actually mistook Mary for Ella.. Paul was calling out forElla.. Ella cried in a corner.. She knew why he had stopped at 157.. tat was the day she broke wif him..(15/7)she, who ended the relationship which Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasured so much, has in turn, ended Paul's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE DEEPLY.. NVR LEAVE TAT PERSON.. U'LL NVR NOE WHEN U'LL NEED HIM/HER BACK IN YOUR LIFE AGAIN..TREASURE YOUR LOVED ONES..YOU'LL NVR NOE IF YOUR RELATIONSHIP WIF YOUR PARTNER WOULD ACTUALLY MEAN A LIFE TO HIM..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110846194518154988?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110846194518154988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110846194518154988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110846194518154988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110846194518154988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-all-who-are-reading-this-story.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110839321616811954</id><published>2005-02-14T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T23:00:16.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heys.feel so miserable.man.i think i have some kinda bad luck streak.haix.all the guys i've liked so far either dun like me.or like someone else.'cept for a few lahh.but those are different.haix.yoo noee i lyke tt person now rittee..but there are a few problems.firstly he likes her not me.i still like him so much when i know he's damn flirty and that if he ever does go steady with me it'll also to entertain himself until her o' levels are over loll.haix.shit lahh.why must i be this way.i hate falling in love.cause it sucks.and hurts lyke shit.is falling in love actually worth it all.wait is living even worth it anymore?!i hate miself so much for loving him.whenever i think about him i start crying then it leads to cutting.haix.sooner or later gonna go too deep man.near the viens already.haix.i hate him.yet he means so much to me.with all his cunning.i'll sure to fall into his trap man.coz tt's d kind of person i am.haix.too soft and totally brainless.my head there only got shit.why must i fall in love with this kinda guy.2day wld hav been perfect if i lyked another guy and not him lolls.is he reeally worth all these haix.dun wanna live anymore.its all jus not worth it anymore.haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110839321616811954?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110839321616811954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110839321616811954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110839321616811954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110839321616811954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/02/heys.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110787481200656233</id><published>2005-02-08T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:16:36.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was one of the worst days of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fooled ya!hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty much 1 of d best dayys of these 2 mths!!!!hahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't really expect it to be this fun!so this morning sch started as normal yup.so go lahh.no choice.then mi bloody mader horr.when i was lyke putting mi hp in mi bag.she saw.then started screaming lyke 1 crazy woman lykee that.waliao.onli half a dayy marr.annoying lahh.hse.so had 2 leave and go.asshole.hahhas.anyways.everyting quite fine lahhs.then pe.oh.pe.we played. captain's ball lahh.thogh we always win.as in mi.ger.yuan yin.mashita.and sherlyn..siva was jus sum1 we added for the time being.bt then yoo noe y we always win.coz we always have team work unlyke camille's grp.bloody fucking camille.go push mi down while playin captain's ball.asshole lahh yoo!fuck yoo!so bloody pain lehh.wanted 2 scream bt then dun wan aso.already so maluh to fall down loll.dunno hw mani ppl were lookin loll.aiyyoos.then kena.when i walk so fucking pain man.haix.bt then determined to go bk to rg marr.so no choice .tahan and walk.so.as yoo cn see..erm.i mean read...yup.i went bk 2 rg.with fear in mi heart.expected d worst man.bt then as timee went by nt so bad sia.actually quite fun.was quite quiet.@ 1st coz very piahseh.all of yoo guys go almost same schs loll.now yoo guys noee.bt then later cnt remain quiet le.yoo guys.so noisy!...too infectious sia.hahahs.yoo guys make mi lose face today man!!!!scream tt i'm vice chair for wad ar!!..so maluh lehh.hahahs.goin to the playground.and the ice cream shop brought back the fantastic memories.cried once i reached home.so fun loll.miss all those dayys too much.ate too much!also puked a few timees once i reached hm.bwahahahs.elaine yoo almost hugged mi to death all of yoo almost did.hahahs.we gotta do it more often kkaees.i really miss yoo guys.so much!love yoo lot and ur crap always.hahahs.muahx.huggies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110787481200656233?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110787481200656233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110787481200656233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110787481200656233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110787481200656233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/02/today.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110776761819575403</id><published>2005-02-07T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:37:45.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wassup.guys.feeling cheerful?...well can lend me sum cheerfullness anots?...haix.depression mode again.i tell you.if you give me two choices of living and dying.guess which one i would pick?...the second one of course.you know why?...well neither do i..well i know.but don't want to tell you guys also.hee :).hmms.you know guys.there's actually a real reason why i don't want to go back...and its cause i'm afraid that you guys might look down on me..all you guys went into fantastic schools while i got into a neighbourhood school lolls.haix.even that day after natasha's beloved mei...leanne rama insulted me i was quite hurt lolls.cause just when i decided that i would be bent on picking myself up they came and shattered my heart into a million more pieces again.haix.that's when the entire depression mode started again.then even now when i'm with my besties.i can't really seem to smile that much.there's a smile there i admit.but that's just covering up mi broken heart and depression.you guys can see it rittee.the way i'm actually happy bt then suddenly turn moody.i know you guys realise it all d timee.coz when i suddenly turn moody.yoo guys becum concerned and worried.i'm nt worth it ba.i'm jus completely full of shit.pls dun put up with yoo or even show concern for mi.coz when i'm slitting.yoo guys always seem to cum into mi mind.which makes mi feel realli horrid...dun be so nice.can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm a complete utter fucking bitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haix.no mood to type anymore.bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110776761819575403?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110776761819575403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110776761819575403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110776761819575403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110776761819575403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/02/wassup.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110762193444506290</id><published>2005-02-05T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:39:27.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hellos.haven't realli been in d best of moods recently.quite.sadsad lahh.and i've got a confession guys.i started agin.yup.cuttin.i'm srryy.i noee i promised tt no matter wad i'll neva do it ever agin.bt as i said tings haven't been goin well for me.haix.depression gettin d better of mi again.tryin 2 control miself frm goin bk 2 wad i used 2 be man.haix.i gave up all cept 1 nw.hahahas.booya!feel better after doin so lahhs.hahas.sadness onli covers lykee wad 50% nw.otherwise quite happy larr.tt mrs yeo damn weird sia.i thot she cnt stand mi lahh.then on friday.durind d and t she ask d class 2 look @ mi work.[[heart shaped]]sayy wad mus do lykkee mi.follow mi.then i almost said yoo gotta be jkin ba.bt then control.dun wan 2 kene scolding frm hurr.hahas. these pass few dayys play volleyball so mani timees.until those dayys i cnt playy volleyball.i miss it so much lolls.hahahs.then on fridayy.after sch wan 2 playyy volleyball.bt ms yap no vb's 2 spare.so nutin 2 do marr.then mi and yuan yin tink tink.then we lost it sia.decided 2 run arnd d field.hahahs.then michelle sayy dun wan.coz summore d npcc ppl dere marr.hahahs.bt then mi and yuan yin.still go.then michelle dun wan 2 sit dere all alone lahh.so run with us loll.she ar.we tell hurr run 2 rounds 1st.then each round.we do 20 pushups.then we all starteed runnin then michelle ar.after 1 round when we doin our pushups she neva do with us lol.jus sit down.den mi and yuan yin started runnin agin.she jus sit lolls.then in d end mi and yuan yin did 15 rounds of d big field and 300 pushups.hahhas.then after tt.i go 2 d toilet and wash mi hair in d bashin.then use 2 hand dryer 2 dry.hahhas.then later after finish i took d hairband frm mi neck and put on mi hair lahh.then michelle and yuan yin.go sayy wad.i look lykee angel.crazy.then later decided 2 put it on mi neck instead lahh.then i walkin bk @ d canteen tt side rittee..got dis guyy kp on staring @ mi then he cum ask 4 mi no.yoo wan 1 slap frm mi isit.jialat lah.hahahs.after awhile went hm lahh.nutin 2 do marr.saww him in d buss.on d wayy 2 orchard.wanted 2 jump with excitement.bt dun wan 2 draw attention 2 miself.hahhahas.anywyas.i g2g soon.jus gonna drop a note.to sum1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to yuan yin:&lt;br /&gt;thanx for always helpin mi.whenever i felt.down and when i found out tt L might lyke michelle yoo helped mi through.yoo made mi feel happier.dunno wad i wld do without yoo.guess yoo were rittee.L isn't realli worth tt much.and you're rittee abt another ting..i do lykkee bc..i jus didn't realise it.bt nw i do.hahhas.when i couldn't share tings with d rest i felt safe sharing it with yoo.caose sumhow i knew among all of them yoo understood d best.i dunno wad i wld do without yoo 2 crap with and tok 2 in sch.every morning when i feel asif life's jus ended yoo manage 2 put a smile on mi face without even realising in! i realli hope tt mi mader wun make mi transfer.coz if she does gonna miss yoo so much man! besties alwayx kkaees.and 2 d rest.dun wry lahh.yoo guys will always be mi besties kkaees.love yoo guys 2 bits! takkaires! hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him!!!!!hahhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110762193444506290?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110762193444506290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110762193444506290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110762193444506290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110762193444506290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/02/hellos.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110743566037399014</id><published>2005-02-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:45:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do we have to part while the love isstill there?Why do we have to suffer?Why do we have to cry when somebody bidsgoodbye?Why do beginnings have an end?Why do we have to meet only to lose in theend?There are questions left unanswered, wordsleft unsaid, letters left unread, poems leftundone, songs left unsung, love leftunexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.In a relationship, one of the hardest things todo is saying goodbye and letting go.It is as hard as breaking a crystal becauseyou'll never know when you will be able topick up the pieces again.More often than not, they who go, feel not thepain of parting: it is they who stay behind thatsuffer, because they are left with memoriesof a love that was meant to be, a love thatwas.At the beginning and at the end of arelationship, we are embarrassed to findourselves alone.Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way lovegoes.That's the drama, the bittersweet and the riskof falling in love.After all, nothing is constant but change.Everything will eventually come to its endwithout us knowing when, without usknowing how, without us even knowing why.And we must forget not because we have tobut because we have to.In letting go, sorrows come not as a singlespy but in batallion.It seems that everywhere you go, everythingyou do, every song you hear, every turn ofyour head, every move of your body, everybeat of your heart, every blink of your eye andevery breath you take always reminds you ofhim.It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night.Funny how the whole world becomesdepopulated when only one person ismissing.Just imagine, there are billion people onearth and yet it seems you feel lonely andempty without the other.I don't know if it's worth calling an art, butletting go entails special skills sparkled witha considerable space and time.Time heals all wounds but it takes a littlepush on our part.Acceptance plays a part.Not all love stories end with "...and they livehappily ever after."Sometimes we have to part because ofcircumstances beyond our control.We have to suffer if it would mean happinessfor others.We have to cry to temporarily let go of thepains.Every beginning has its end like every dawnhas its dusk.It's something we can't control, somethingwe had to live up.It's over. He's gone. But life has to go on.Goodbye doesn't always mean forever.There will always be a place and time wherequestions will be answered, words will bespoken, letters will be read, poems will berecited in the night, songs will be sung inharmony, love will be expressed in solitudeand promises will be fulfilled.Somewhere. Somehow. Someday.""Some of us think holding on makes usstrong; but sometimes it is letting go" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110743566037399014?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110743566037399014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110743566037399014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110743566037399014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110743566037399014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-do-we-have-to-part-while-love.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110710016472275625</id><published>2005-01-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T00:02:57.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A NEW BORN SOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are tolerant, accepting, and willing to give anyone a chance.On the flip side, you're easy to read and easily influenced by others.You have a fresh perspective on life, and you can be very creative.Noconformist and nontraditional, you've never met anyone who's like you.&lt;br /&gt;Inventive and artistic, you like to be a trendsetter.You have an upbeat spirit and you like almost everything.You make friends easily and often have long standing friendships.Implusive and trusting, you fall in love a little too easily.&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Star Soul&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is so true sia.hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110710016472275625?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110710016472275625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110710016472275625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110710016472275625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110710016472275625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-born-soul-you-are-tolerant.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110709956347208929</id><published>2005-01-30T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T00:04:03.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You Have A Type B+ Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;You're a pro at going with the flowYou love to kick back and take in everything life has to offerA total joy to be around, people crave your stability.&lt;br /&gt;While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's doneYou're passionate - just selective about your passions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110709956347208929?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-7362788.post-110701822318506052</id><published>2005-01-30T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:03:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello!i haven't bloged in a long long long time ehs.haha.bt here i am nw!hahaha.[[`crap]]haha.hmms.d past days hav been quite kkaee lahh.yup.went out with `him.thanx for helpin mi with mi work!haha.nt mi fault tt i so toot lol.bt i pay attention in class kkaee.haha.wadeva.anyways.i tell you.1 of these dayys i'm gonna sTrAnGLE.tt old hag mrs yeo 2 death man.she makes mi so fucking annoyed.say wad hurr son damn gd lawyer.sayy we mus be quiet lykee.him.wadeva lol!if hurr son tt gd ask hurr go retire lahh.then @ least we all cn hav peace lol.instead off makin our blood pressure go up every mon and fri lol.everytime cum and spoil mi mood.aiyyas.tok abt hurr onli make mi more pissed loll.argh.nvm lemme change topic.hmms.oh ya.i got mi sci test back tt  day.guess hw much i gt.27/30.yeah!!!higher then yuan yin and d rest.whoopee!haha.its lyke i didn't see mi paper on mi table lol.then when i saw it lying der.i so scared 2 even take it loll.coz i thot wad.i'm gonna fail loll.then when i saw 27  i started jumpin up and down lke 1 crazy women lyke tt.haha.off course i happi rittee.last time mostly fail wad.haha.anyways.i got gd news.i'm goin bk on d 8th hahaha.see i shift mi tings coz of you guys.aniwayx.i realli miss you guys lyke hell loll.haha.and lary.nx time tae care of your tings lahh.leave it lying here and dere.no wonder ppl steal ur hp lahh.and i can't wait 2 cum bk and give you a big big big big hug loll.hahaha.miss you.a whole bunch sia.haha.all ur crap abt chong jing.hahha.nonsense.anaboo has nt changed tt much lahh.so dun wrryy.she's still d crappy gerl tt you used 2 noee.hahaha.duh.i haven't.hahha.haha.aniwayy.i g2g.need 2 wake up @ 6 tmr!!!argh!!!stoopid church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110701822318506052?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110701822318506052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110701822318506052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110701822318506052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110701822318506052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/01/helloi-havent-bloged-in-long-long-long.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110632299428196192</id><published>2005-01-21T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:56:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello.2day quite a gd day lahh.i went out with my dear to watch movie.quite nice lahh.then we both take neo.go eat a bit and all.then he send me home lahh.thank god i finished most of mi hw yesterday.coz after cum back i so tired.summore tmr got training.so long dun have.dunno if i cn still remember the dance steps anot.hahah.sld be ba.mi hw pile is gettting higher and higher. summore got alot of tests cumin up aso.stress sia.hmms.bt i noee tt i can do it lahh.jus have to make sure tt i continue studing hard and dun return to wad i used to be lahh.coz if i doo.tt's gonna be a complete nightmare relived.hmms.oh ya.2day i got abit of a blast frm da past.and guess hu it was...[[`drumroll pls]] and tt person is none other than...lEaNnE mArIe rAmA...a bit weird dun you tink.dunno wad tt bitch has in hurr mind..shit i assume.suddenly cum instant msg mi say wad.i bitch lahh.dis tt.dis tt.then i was lyke tinking.huhh.i got say anyting 2 hurr mehh.i aso neva lol.jus feel tt she damn weird lol.wad say wan mi cum bk on mon so that she and hurr "gang" can bash mi up.huh.erm.kkaees.wad a freak.she alwayx uses hurr "gang" in everyting she says.makes it look as if she wad.cnt o anyting without hurr "gang" lol.wait she can't.sje's imply an inferior lil shameless p6 gerl.hu hasn't learnt hw to grow up yet.aww.sad isn't it.i feel so bad for hurr.ha!in hurr dreams!as if i wld ever feel bad for hurr lyke tt.anwayx.dun wanna tok abt hurr and spoil mi mood.g2g.byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110632299428196192?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110632299428196192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110632299428196192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110632299428196192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110632299428196192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110614250740118950</id><published>2005-01-19T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:51:34.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hallo.srry tt i haven't blogged in such a ong time.busy sia.anywyz. i had mi orentation camp on fri.i tell yoo damn fun sia.bt aso tiring man.actually on tt day rittee.after i cum hm and take mi shower and all.i didn't wan 2 fall asleep coz alot of hw de.so i was doing mi hw l lahh.lie down on mii bed and do.hahaha.then i fell asleep lol.sian lahh.then mi mader &amp; father came hm damn late lahh.so no 1 2 wakr mi up.haiyyo.so then i did wake up later on.bt then dammn late sia.so jus quickly do all mi hw then i slept quite late.and overslept d nx dayy so i missed going to church.lahh.nt again man.everytime end up neva go 2 church coz slp so late.de.hu ask mi mader go put d clas @ 7:45.aiyyo.haha.anyways i shall tell yoo guys more abt the camp.kkaee.as i was saying damn fun sia.haha.the games all so funn.and actually to be frank i landed in a grp withh most of d ppl tt i used 2 hate [ if yoo guys r reading dis..srryy.]bt i realised tt dey actually realli nice man.everytime eating time dey alwayx crack jokes.then even though i dun wanna laugh too funni sia.haha.then all d cheers aso so cute.haha.then our grp was koled toyota de.haha.nt 1 of d best cars in d industry i nnoee.haha.bt we won best grp!cn yo believe.when dey announced ar.d whole grp so shocked sia.haha.bt i tell yoo ar.the 1st dayy i so tirred.then cnt slp until arnd 11 lahh.bt mus bathe marr.so after tt i so damn slpy man.haha.i tell yoo arr.i nt used 2 slping on camping bed marr.so took mi quite a while 2 fall asleep bt eventually did.haha.then nx dayy.aso wake up damn early sia.summore i still slpy lol.hahah.bt fun lahh.we had dis ting koled man hunt.where we get 2 dress up our seniors.haha.i tell yoo mi grp make our senior look sodamn farnie sia.hahaha.yupx.jus to sayy simply it was bloody fun.wayy better than our p5 camp.i skipped a few details abt the camp.lyke AHEM AHEM.cause i sian 2 mention.anywayx nt important aso.&amp;amp; i tok 2 tt person ar.i wanna puke loll.hahas.i shall tok abt sumtin else nw.kkaees.hmms.sch's been realli hectic.confusing.yet fun.and i hav controlled mi self frm using "pennie".so tt's gd news.hope i cn control for a LONG time.yup.the cut tt i made arnd 7 mths ago cn still see sia.weird.i toked 2 those fuckers.leanne and gang tt dayy.i tell yoo ar.dey cn realli make mi so fedup.dey all gt nutin better 2 do lol.wanna sayy more bt shall control.bt i hav a veri gd feeling tt certain of dem gonna end up in normal.to their godsisters.aiyoo.y i so formal ar.to weitng.and nata.no offence ar.yupx.i wanna make time to go back bt wheneva i decide on a date&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sumting crops up.oh ya.i hav veri bad new for yoo guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm 99% sure tt i can't make it back on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eve of CNY.yupx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hmms.i still try my best to see if i can skip tt other ting.coz i realli wan see all of yoo man.haha.kkaees.i g2g le.byex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110614250740118950?l=brokengerl.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-7362788.post-110562835349852647</id><published>2005-01-13T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:59:13.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yahh.those guys asked 4 mi number agin lol.wat a bunch of losers and dey even noticed tt i cut mi hair.`freaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110562835349852647?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110562835349852647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110562835349852647' title='0 Comments'/><link 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feeling.i dun wan it 2 cum bk.i dun wan 2 start mi old hhabit of using mi mi best friend "pennie" again.bt i still got d temptation whenever i feel abit low and i suddenly spot it.haix.summore its.mi wrist tt part damn thin le.so if i press "pennie" down i'm such a goner.bt temptation 2 hard 2 resist.haix. `blurrified.nvm.tmr is mi sec 1 orentation.hope it'll be fun.sld be ba.if not means.it'll be jus as pathatic as mi life lahh.yupx.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;suddenly i miss rg lyke shit man.so weird.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh yupps.i shall tell yoo abt mi day.we had fitness program as in all d sec 1's after sch de.then i tell yoo ar.d 'cher make us run 'ere &amp;amp; dere for d 1st part lol.then onli supposed 2 run 2 rums bt tt 'cher go make us run 3 holding d dumb-bells de.then i tell yoo @ d last part so tired already man.so mi and yuan yin [classmate] take short cut.instead of doing zig zag we jus run all d wayy down.faster marr.hahah.then later as in d 2bd part we played captain's ball onli d gerls.then mi.germaine.yuan yin.mashita.sherlyn.and a another gerl.all in d same team and @ d end we lyke leading by 6 points lol.hahahaha.so fun.mebbe its coz all of us worked as a team coz we all friends wat.haha.bt d other team abit dead.then neva realli work as a team de.bt quite fun.jus when we started having even more fun. -beep. gAmE oVeR.hahaha.bt we worked up a sweat man.haha.i g2g le.takkaires guys.love ya'll alwayx man!never 4get tt kkaees! `hugs all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110562808182617988?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110562808182617988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;heyy!happi.happi.looney mi.i went 2 cut mi hair!yeah.i look so cute.haha.alot of mi friends say i look nice de.wonder wat you guys think...haha.anyways.tt freak ar&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;.[[mi no 1 fan!]]&lt;/span&gt; she every time.follow mi 'ere &amp; dere.dun let mi tok 2 other gerls aso lol.wat a freak!i wan 2 tell hurr off.bt then after that i'll feel bad.oh yahhs.i was standing outside 1/3 tt day waiting 4 a mate when a whole big &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt; gang of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PIGS&lt;/span&gt; came 2 ask 4 mi no.@ 1st when the asked mi i actually thot dey were jkin de.i tell yoo ar.i look lyke d kind of person hu anyhw give mi email to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BIG.UGLY.ANNOYING.PIGS&lt;/span&gt;.isit.i tell you ar.make ppl so bloody pissed.then i aso neva give jus walk off lol.then 2day those guys stare &amp;amp; stare &amp; stare @ mi.then i trying nt 2 notice lol.then mi no 1 fan.kp on sayin."eh.they looking leh.dey looking leh".as if i neva realise lyke tt.freak!.haha.i've siad tt a few times already rittee.haha.yupx.i tink arnd end of d mth on a fri i goin bk de.mebbe.onli.starting 2 miss rg abit.haha.yes!i admitt it!bt mainly &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i miss all of you&lt;/span&gt;!and all ur stoopid &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;RUBBISH&lt;/span&gt;.you guys cn crap until nobody's buisness.in tt you guys sure no 1 man.i miss all of you guys kolin mi names lyke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anaboo.supabooman.mary.poppy.rosemary.lucy.cocoroach...tt's all rittee.haha.sld be.see i cn still remember.i miss all those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...EXTREMLY...&lt;/span&gt;stoopid&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...YET...&lt;/span&gt;fun times.haha.tmr's d last day of d camp preperation tingy.i hope we get 2 do d mass dance &amp;amp; line dance tingy agin man.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ILOVEIT&lt;/span&gt;.so funn lo&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;..haha.i g2g le.byeess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;still missing you &amp;amp; loving you.thanx for being by my side alwayx!muahx!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110546079727390463?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110546079727390463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110546079727390463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sch so much ova these past 2 days de.hahaha.then i so excited i finish all mi hw on friday itself.i dunno wat's wrong with mi.haha.i've realli lost it dis time.i'm lyke so happi all d time.and i noe i'm being eville by sayin dis.bt i dun miss rg @ all man.it seems as if i left rg &amp; came 2 a place lyke rg bt better.i jus feel lyke i belong here.and tt its mi hm.i love everiting abt mi new sch.tt i can't even be botherd if i get insulted.i dun even lyke showing attitude anymore.i'm lyke dis happy-go lucky piglet all of a sudden.haha.anywayx.yoo guys read abt d brad pitt &amp;amp; jennifer aniston split rite.i actually thot tt it was 1 of the marriges tt was gonna last.haha.guess alot of american marriges dun last tt long nwdays anywayx.i wonder hw long britney's marrige is gonna last with tt guy.doubt its gonna be tt long anws.oh ya.i'm sry tt i can't go bk with yoo guys on fri de.want 2 bt.busy.sorry.hope we cn meet up another time.kkaees.i g2g le.byes.&lt;/span&gt; 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pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110509581814254551</id><published>2005-01-07T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:57:49.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello!jus came hm jus nw de.quite tired lahh.got so much hw.but everiting else is jus GREAT!i love it all!i didn't expect 2 be dis happi 'ere &amp; all i tot lyke i was gonna hate it lol.bt cn tell yoo 1 ting it totally ROCKS!hahaha.kkaee.i've met all my techers already their all nice bt strict de.yes.gd 4 mi.i've lyke changed alot.i'm lyke nt hw i used 2 be last time dee.i'm more rightious.i dun bring mi phone 2 sch.i actually quite neat de.then i haven't used any vulgrities for a long time de.i feel as if nw i'm wat i've alwayx wanted to be.my teacher said that she realli hope i cn get veri gd grades coz she wans 2 give mi d job as a prefect.coz i quite guai le.nt lyke last time veri naughty.nw i onli tok lyke during recess &amp;amp; after sch.hahah.bt then if i becum prefect ar.i hav 2 drop my position of vice chairperson de.then i dun wan lol.bt if i becum leader ar.i damn happi then when i sec 3 &amp;amp; 4 &amp;amp; d new sec 1's cum in i'll get 2 lead dem de.hahaha.and i dun hav 2 give up mi position of vice chairperson.yeah!.hahaha.then 2day my teacher ar.weird man.after sch.when no 1 listening.she was lyke.i'm happi tt yoo cn be d vice chairperson and i hope that yoo will make me proud by being a prefect soon.omg.i was staring @ hur as if she was mad lol.tell mi until lyke tt 4 wat.stress lehh.hahah.i g2g le.so much work.&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;still missing yoo&lt;/span&gt; [i'm nt toking abt mi ex ar] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110509581814254551?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110509581814254551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110509581814254551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110509581814254551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110509581814254551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/01/hellojus-came-hm-jus-nw-de.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110483449748553101</id><published>2005-01-04T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:58:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyy!2day another fun day lol.we had skill testing for volleyball de.then aso we learned mass dance for our orientation camp de.so fun man.i tell yoo i so LOVE d dance then our seniors so nice.haha.then veri fun aso.haha.then i tell yoo gt dis senior koled yoko.she's supposed 2 be teahing us d dance then she hurself got confsed so mani times lol.haha.veri farnie le.haha.then we supposed 2 shake lahh.then i abit lazy coz early wat.then yoko was lyke "shake tt sexy body lahh annabel".i tell yoo ar.i started 2 laugh lol.yup.2day no lessons still as i said onli tmr.2day i onli thot abt tt ass 4 a split sec.yeah!i tink i'm starting 2 4get abt him.haha.bt i tell yoo ar.sec sch so tring de.cum hm onli i so slpy.summore tmr i have 2 stay until 4 and thur even worse.i gt mass dance then got alss de.so onli end @ 6:30...i tink i'm gonna dis man.haiyo.haha.anws i tink i'm gonna join volleyball &amp;amp; modern dance yupx.g2g. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110483449748553101?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110483449748553101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110483449748553101' title='0 Comments'/><link 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back!.hahaha.2day sch so fun lol.nt as horrid as i thot it wld be de.hahaha.bt mi sch so strict wan lol.alot of tings sure kena caning de.lemme tell yoo ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1)smoking or possesion of smoking related items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2)gambling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3)vandalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4)cheating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5)stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6)fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7)hooliganism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8)use of foul language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9)defiant behaivour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10)chewing gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yup all of this will kena caning de.if more than 3 times will hand ova 2 police.then summore if yoo're sick u parents mus call d sch before 8 if nt its considered truancy.stoopid lol.make ppl fed up de.bt i noe tt dis sch sure will shape mi into a guai person de.or @ least nt as bad as i was.i dun wan 2 kena caning lol.will sure pain de.i dun wan!!!!!haha.anyways.my seniors r SO bloody nice de.dey keep on making jokes.it actually looks as if dey r d new sec 1s' &amp; we're d seniors lol.coz dey make so much noise &amp;amp; get excited so fast.haha.bt tt's wat's best abt dem.hahaha.anyway.i realized tt got 2 rgps gerls in mi sch de.so happy!i thot wat.yupx.2day i did tink abt him de.i feel so horrid.i kept on tinking abt him during d briefing.bt after tt onli a bit.nt realli de.then during d briefing i almost cried lol.so pathatic rite.bt i control de.i mus learn 2 be strong &amp;amp; 4get abt him de.if he cn i believe tt i cn 2.i'm a survivour,i'm a fighter!hehe.i onli gt 1 more day of peace after tt on wed.all mi headache will start le.sobx.haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110474657536697255?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110474657536697255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110474657536697255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110474657536697255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110474657536697255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/01/halloim-back.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110474394374095412</id><published>2005-01-03T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T22:06:19.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;heyx.later on i have 2 go 2 mi new sch.so scared.wonder if i'll fit in anot.hope mi seniors are nice de.if nt sure kena lahh.mi sch summore so strict de.i wonder if dere i more rules than i actually noe.hahaa.hope all of yoo hav a gd day.anyway.mi &amp; tt person break le.i'm so sad lol.kp on crying &amp;amp; crying.then wan 2 smile &amp;amp; be happi aso cnt de.haix.then his friend...let's kol him sotong...tryin 2 comfort mi lahh.bt it onli works a bit cause veri hard 2 4get abt tt person no matter hw hard i try.depressing man.spoil mi mood totally lol.haix.jus hope i dun tink abt him 2day if nt i sure lyke loser cry de.haha.byex.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110474394374095412?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110474394374095412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110474394374095412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110474394374095412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110474394374095412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/01/heyx.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110467119782141029</id><published>2005-01-02T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T22:11:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Heartbreak lullaby... In the still of the night, I can almost feel you lying next to me, Like it used to be, And its hard to let go, When there's always something there reminding me, How things could be, I've tried to get you off my mind, I've tried to play my part, But everytime I close my eyes, You're still inside my heart, Why can't I laugh? Why must I cry? Everytime we say good-bye, Why does it rain, Here in my heart, Everyday that we're apart, Why can't it be, Just you and me, What will it take to make you see, These are the words, To my Heartbreak Lullaby, Like the stars in the sky, You still keep on shining down you're light on me, But out of reach, And I know that in time, You will come back to your senses, See the signs, And change your mind, I try to look the other way, And keep my heart on hold, But everytime I'm close to you, I lose my self-control, Why can't I laugh? Why must I cry? Everytime we say good-bye, Why does it rain, Here in my heart, Everyday that we're apart, Why can't it be, Just you and me, What will it take to make you see, These are the words, To my Heartbreak Lullaby, Why can't I laugh? Why must i cry? Give me just one good reason why.. Why does it rain Here in my heart, Everyday that we're apart, Why can't it be, Just you and me, What will it take to make you see, These are the words, To my Heartbreak Lullaby, [CHORUS x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;for yoo de....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110467119782141029?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110467119782141029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110467119782141029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110467119782141029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110467119782141029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/01/heartbreak-lullaby.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110467080394718680</id><published>2005-01-02T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T22:18:44.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I gave you my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And you broke it apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I gave you my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And you sold it to a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now I sit alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At night and cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Looking at pictures of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now I ask, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If we are friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I asked you once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We are like a jigsaw puzzle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Missing a piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;With that we can never be put back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Together as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I gave you my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And you broke it apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now I stand alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With tears running down my face&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110467080394718680?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-7362788.post-110464367950634370</id><published>2005-01-02T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T22:19:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;heyy.dis is jus a msg 2 yoo kkaees. [yoo sure noe hu yoo ar de].i'm really sorry that i didn't tell yoo sooner kkaees.i realli wanted 2 bt i was scared tt dis wld happen as in wat's going on nw.tt's hw much yoo mean 2 mi.i realli hope tt you'll forgive mi i didn't mean 2 make yoo confused or cheat yoo or anything lyke tt de.honest.i jus hope yoo'll understand hw i feel &amp; i'm really really really sorry again for not telling you sooner.bt if it realli doesn't work out &amp;amp; yoo aso dun wanna accept which i'm quite sure yoo can't cause it mus cum as quite a shock.we'll still be friends....@ least i hope we'll still be... btw.d song's 4 yoo. bt mus chage sum of d words lahh.&lt;br /&gt;love annabel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110464367950634370?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110464367950634370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110464367950634370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110464367950634370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110464367950634370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/01/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110451822587481421</id><published>2005-01-01T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T22:20:29.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;hello!i tell yoo i had so much fun jus nw.me.my friends.my parents.their parents.all of us go clary quay 2gether.1st we go hotel 4 buffet de.then go party caps &amp; party stuff on d table de.then our parents damn funni lol.all of them put on the caps.when we ourselves neva put de.hahaha.then when dey walk arond 2 take food.dey look lyke small children in a candy store.then we laugh &amp;amp; laugh &amp; laugh coz 2 see.damn funni.we onli took lilttle bit de.cause dun wan 2 eat 2 much.if nt later when we go chalet nt enough space.hehe.so after tt all of us go 4 boat ride arnd 10 sumting le.then fun lahh.coz dark rite.then after tt abt 11 already.so after tt we jus walk arnd lahh.then all of wan go arcade play.so our parents let us go while dey stand outside &amp;amp; tok.then we all play dis play tt.play until abt 1 min b4 12.then our parents kol us go outside der.coz.gt countdown.sio fun.our parents.alredy buy all d ribbion stuff and d snow stuff le.so after we go out.all of ur.armed with 1 ribbion tingy &amp; 1 snow tingy.then after every1 dere do d whole 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1.HAPPY NEW YR!!!!!!!tingy we all chase each an other arnd spray 'ere spray dere.until so messy le.hahah.then after tt our parents go hm le.and we're all in a maxi cabon our way 2 d chalet.using laptop de.so dere's gonna be another party.a few ppl dere le.sure gonna be a blast!!!!!anywayx.later on arnd 1pm i mus go 2 mi aunty's hse 4 another party.means meet mi parents near dere.so mani partys.yah!happi.happi.bt sch gonna start soon aso.thank god prepare d 1st chapter 4 everi subject le.yupx.studies wise onli a bit nervous.bt i'm even more nervous abt mi excelling in d other areas lyke mi ccas &amp;amp; other stuff.bt i'm determined 2 stay on d gd side nx yr.&amp; be polite.possible.with jus a bit of work.b4 i go i'm gonna i'm gonna write down all my new yr's resolutions yupx.&lt;br /&gt;1) get above 85 for every subject-possible with ALOT of hard work and determination.&lt;br /&gt;2) excel in my sports &amp;amp; other ccas 2.&lt;br /&gt;3)be polite &amp; respectful to my teachers &amp;amp; fellow classmates instead of alwayx picking fights.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;4)write more songs&lt;br /&gt;5)save enough $ 2 buy mi drum set &amp; guitar.or finally convince mi parents 2 buy it 4 mi[dey feel its nt needed!yes it is lol!!!]&lt;br /&gt;6)become less of a bitch &amp;amp; less of being evil.bwahahaha.-evil grin.&lt;br /&gt;7)finally get 2 tell hur tt i dun wanna be hur jie animore.[bt tt wld make mi evil when she gets hurt.]&lt;br /&gt;8)be able 2 buy more of d stuff tt i wan.&lt;br /&gt;9)forget abt them&lt;br /&gt;10)and last bt not least...jus 2 be HAPPIER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110451822587481421?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110451822587481421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110451822587481421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110451822587481421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110451822587481421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2005/01/helloi-tell-yoo-i-had-so-much-fun-jus.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110424874568943733</id><published>2004-12-28T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T22:21:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Rain" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075175161_uizzesRain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your element is Rain: Sad, lonely, distant and&lt;br /&gt;unique. You are quite distant from emotion and&lt;br /&gt;people, but you have been made this way by one&lt;br /&gt;thing or another. You are truly unique yet fail&lt;br /&gt;to see it, and are quite creative be it in art,&lt;br /&gt;music, writing, ect.. You used to let people in&lt;br /&gt;now you don't even bother to try having been&lt;br /&gt;hurt so many times in the past. Your attitude&lt;br /&gt;is that you don't need anyone but yourself,&lt;br /&gt;people are just trouble waiting to happen. But&lt;br /&gt;you really do want to trust someone no matter&lt;br /&gt;if you see it or not, deep down your waiting&lt;br /&gt;for someone to come and set you free. This kind&lt;br /&gt;of depression can turn dangerous, don't let&lt;br /&gt;them get to you. Not everyone in the world will&lt;br /&gt;hurt you, humans are humans and are not&lt;br /&gt;perfect. So most likely sooner or later you'll&lt;br /&gt;meet someone who feels like you do and perhaps&lt;br /&gt;your shell will eventually disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.:-What%20is%20your%20true%20element?-:."&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;.:-What is your true element?-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110424874568943733?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110424874568943733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm wondering if i sld change mi blogskin i'm getting bored.sigh.hmms.sch gonna start soon le.hope i'll be able to cope.and ppl dun stop prayin for shuhui's dad kkaees.oh ya.created another blog 2day.bt shall keep it personal.so now i cn bitch abt hueva i wan.hahaha.i g2g.byex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110424871378130208?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110424871378130208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110424871378130208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a gaurdian angel. you fight and protect the&lt;br /&gt;people you love and vaule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/chezkimo/quizzes/what%20kind%20of%20angel%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;what kind of angel are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110424814224944991?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110424814224944991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110424814224944991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a water girl. You are flexable and very&lt;br /&gt;nice. You are quiet so people who don't know&lt;br /&gt;you thnk you are weird or just mean and high&lt;br /&gt;and mighty like. You aren't though. You like&lt;br /&gt;to have a good time and you also just like to&lt;br /&gt;relax and just enjoy the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/Who%20are%20you%20inside?????"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Who are you inside????? (LOTS OF RESULTS)girls only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110424509545364862?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110424509545364862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110424509545364862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110424509545364862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110424509545364862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-are-water-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110414654490686303</id><published>2004-12-27T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T19:22:24.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyx.i'm bored.to be really frank i'm glad that sch's gonna start soon man.even though its not the same lahh.bt wadeva.lyke wad i wrote well i lyke it.i changed my song again i really lyke this new one man.-grins.i aso nutin much to say le.bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110414654490686303?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110414654490686303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110414654490686303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110414654490686303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110414654490686303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/12/heyx_27.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110414419593922443</id><published>2004-12-27T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T22:22:15.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my eyes are tired and droopy&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just need a long good sleep&lt;br /&gt;maybe one that will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's supposed to be a light at the end of every dark passage&lt;br /&gt;but i've been walking without a break for years&lt;br /&gt;i guess that was all in vain cause i don't see an end to all my sufferings&lt;br /&gt;i've been through possibly a million obstacles&lt;br /&gt;how isit possible that i'm still not there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to tell myself&lt;br /&gt;hang in there&lt;br /&gt;the big guy's just testing you&lt;br /&gt;but now it just seems stupid to think that way&lt;br /&gt;no use trying anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i turn rejection faces me&lt;br /&gt;refusing to leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm walking in this world alone&lt;br /&gt;and i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one understands how i feel&lt;br /&gt;they just can't be bothered&lt;br /&gt;and who can blame them&lt;br /&gt;why should they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've given up hope&lt;br /&gt;dreams?what are they?&lt;br /&gt;they are just fantasies that will never come true&lt;br /&gt;faith?i used to have that&lt;br /&gt;but look where that got me&lt;br /&gt;nowhere&lt;br /&gt;isit any good to actually believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had enough of this world&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just time to take a flight out of this hood&lt;br /&gt;all this pain just ain't worth it anymore&lt;br /&gt;i've suffered enough&lt;br /&gt;lost all my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;with no way to get them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that i'm leaving without a word and i hope that you all will forgive me for doing so&lt;br /&gt;but this is my only way out&lt;br /&gt;a million words are still left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;but there isn't much time left&lt;br /&gt;its nearing twelve and my time's almost up&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm leaving you my dear friends&lt;br /&gt;not in peace but in pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;i hope that i remain alive in your hearts&lt;br /&gt;now and forever and remember my love will always be with all of you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110414419593922443?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110414419593922443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110414419593922443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110414419593922443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110414419593922443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-eyes-are-tired-and-droopy-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110362301898021759</id><published>2004-12-21T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T17:56:58.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>           </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyx.tmr we'll all be getting our posting results as to wat sch we're going 2.hope you guys get into d sch of ur choice kkaees.i'm feeling quite nervous abt it man.haix.so scared.poh yta.anyways.yesterday i went 4 my tution party lahh.then quite boring bt aso fun lahh.cause gt angela.rachel.michelle.josephine and mi wat.so we tok tok then eat the tok sum more.though neva do much still fun leh.cause neva see them so long already ba.hahax.nutin much 2 say.so byex.oh ya.merry christmas and a happy new year peeps.hope you guys get lotsa pressies.hehex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110362301898021759?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110362301898021759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110362301898021759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110362301898021759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110362301898021759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='           '/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110302094365531051</id><published>2004-12-14T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:42:23.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                               Not Me,Not I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... by delta goodrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You mixed me up for someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who'd fall apart without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah you broke my heart for the first time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'll get over that too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to find the reasons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who can see the rhyme? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess that we where seasons out of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess you didn't know me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think love is blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I wouldn't see the flaws between the lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Surprised that I caught you out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On every single time that you lied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you think that every time I see you I would cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No not me, not I, not I, no not me, not I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The story goes on without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And there's got to be another ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But yeah you broke my heart it won't be the last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'll get over them too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As a new door opens we close the ones behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you search your soul I know you'll find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You never really knew me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think love is blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I wouldn't see the flaws between the lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Surprised that I caught you out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On every single time that you lied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you think that every time I see you I would cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No not me, not I, not I, not I, not I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All you said to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All you promised me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the mystery never did believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No I never cry no I never not me not I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think love is blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I wouldn't see the floors between the lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Surprised that I caught you out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On every single time that you lied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you think that every time I see you I would cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No not I, I won't cry No not me, not I, not I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....this song's really nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110302094365531051?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110302094365531051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110302094365531051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110302094365531051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110302094365531051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/12/not-menot-i.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110302047064066818</id><published>2004-12-14T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:34:30.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm telling you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and even if i do its not because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder why happiness is so easy when in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all my dreams and expectations are turned into dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm telling you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and even if i do its not because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so hurt and defenseless i'm left here on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so scared that i'll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so afraid of being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm telling you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and even if i do its not because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you can't hurt me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wiped the tears from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is over now forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and its time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm telling you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and evn if i do its not because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110302047064066818?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110302047064066818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110302047064066818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110302047064066818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110302047064066818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-wont-cry-im-telling-you-that-i-wont_14.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110302047036616649</id><published>2004-12-14T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:34:30.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm telling you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and even if i do its not because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder why happiness is so easy when in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all my dreams and expectations are turned into dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm telling you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and even if i do its not because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so hurt and defenseless i'm left here on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so scared that i'll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so afraid of being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm telling you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and even if i do its not because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you can't hurt me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wiped the tears from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is over now forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and its time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm telling you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and evn if i do its not because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise you that i won't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110302047036616649?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110302047036616649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110302047036616649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110302047036616649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110302047036616649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-wont-cry-im-telling-you-that-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110301982759079153</id><published>2004-12-14T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:23:47.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kkaee.i'm bored.really really really bored.dere's nutin to 2 @ hm.then go out aso nt as if very interesting cause samn old places.same ol;d tings.argh.can't wait till sch starts.though its nt gonna be d same without you guys lahh.yoo noe i read my last post and i dun feel bad @ all i feel good.-grins.i'm so evil.haha.yupx.i noe.was born tt way.grins again.kkaee.i nt much to say 2dae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110301982759079153?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110301982759079153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110301982759079153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110301982759079153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110301982759079153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/12/kkaee.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110292775894769264</id><published>2004-12-13T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T16:49:18.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyx.long time no blog yeah.cause i 2 bored lahh.now lemme say sumtin b4 i really start.I LURRVE MY NEW BLOGSKINS.SO NICE.-squeals so loudly till whole world goes deaf then grins.hahax.i love it so much.haha.kkaee.enough.though sylvester neva win he's still my idol.anyway.he still gets a record contract and nt much difference between him and taufik aso.the way he sings i dream is lyke so damn boring man.made me feel lyke slping.sylvester sing i dream nicer!-insists.then grins to make you believe.hehex.aniwayx.we gwt the posting results to our new sch i lyke 9 days time.so nervous man.i scared i dun get the sch i wan.but even if io get it i still scared tt i'll land with my enemies man.that's the worsst.having to see them for another FOUR YEARS-screams and faints.hahax.my mader i tell you ar.since its the holidays she makin mi CLEAN MY ROOM -whines.i dun want to clean.dun wan.its quite clean wad.-ya rite man.anyways.to d 6e gerls:hope tt you gutys gwt into the sch of your choice and are able ot fit in perfectly in dere.kkaees.yupx.tt's all.before i go.i have a very SPECIAL thankew and its for...NIKKI...thanx for showing me tt frankly tt bitch isn't worth it @ all.if she wans ppl lyke major bitch one and two i can't do anything abt it aso &amp; even if i cld i so wldn't.cause i have a gut feeling tt she's gonna turn out to be lyke dem when she gets a bit older.if i changed myself to becum lyke major bitch one two.mebbe she &amp;amp; all hur mates'll lyke me bt all MY friends wld HATE me and i'm quite positive tt she's not worth tt much @ all.so i have decided 2 give up on hur and let hur rot in hell.she cn have all the fucking bitches in the world cause frankly she exactly lyke dem.not one bit different @ all.yupx.tt's wat i have to say.lee jing.sadrina.and mani more.thanx for knocking so much sense into mi in the past year cause it certainly played a big part in this decision tt i have finally made after making a fool of myself for abt half a yr.bt sum tings you have gotta learn the hard way.rite.hope you guys are happy tt i've finally cum to my senses cause i sure am.yupx.tt's wad i have to say.have been doing alot of soul searching these past few weeks and realised tt sum tings r worth fighting for bt when it cums to a point when you can't remember y you're fighting to achieve it and recall all the evil tings tt person has done and said to you.you cum to realise tt you whad alwayx been fighting 4 sumtin which was worth pretty much nutin @ all.i g2g.takkaires mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110292775894769264?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110292775894769264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110292775894769264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110292775894769264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110292775894769264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/12/heyx.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110026036903256729</id><published>2004-11-12T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T19:52:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyx.2day wasn't such a bad day after all la.didn't get through the idol thing but not sad aso.@ least i had the guts to go &amp; try and it was fun afterall.so i'm proud of myself for those reasons.so stay back with leejing.yes i forgave hur.no use holding grudges aso rite.then go and apologize to leanne dey all.hard to put my bloody ego down &amp;amp; go dere and apologize but i did make a mistake by accusing dem.anyway i'll only see dem for lyke 2 more days.so no use being so lyke tt.dun wanna leave dis sch with enemies la.happi tt i apologized guys.oh ya.just remembered.CHARLENE.idiot la you.cum tell me wat going to korea 4eva.make ppl panic &amp;amp; sad eh.i felt lyke kicking me when you told me on wed man.stoopid.to think i actually believed you sum more.i toot or i toot.@ least i'm happy you're cumin back.if not no one to gimme chocolate and comfort me and make me happy with your stoopidness.haha.good or good la you.anyhow.i feel happy strangely.dunno why aso.oh ya.cheryl.you're two blogskins are FANTASTIC.so nice man.create more kkaees.rock on gerl.i g2g le.seeya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110026036903256729?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110026036903256729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110026036903256729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110026036903256729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110026036903256729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/11/heyx_12.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109602012627318649</id><published>2004-11-10T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:10:03.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are my thankews.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lianne:the very first time i came into the class[5e] i felt so odd &amp; out of place cause i didn't know anyone there &amp;amp; i was terrified whether htay would except me anot.the few days were so sucky cause every1 treated me like i was sum kinda freak!it made me so upset that i went home everyday &amp; cried &amp;amp; cried.i was actually thinkin of gettin a transfer 2 another class.but i told myself 2 just try to hold on for a while.that was when you helped me.it may not seem like a big deal to you.but i really appreciated your help so much.you made me feel like i actually belonged.so thankew!thankew lianne!i'll never 4get all that you've done 4 me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee jing:you were also one of those who made me feel like i actually belonged.thanx 4 being dere 4 me when i really needed sum1 &amp; thanx 4 not revealing all my secrets.thankew!thankew.you're simply an angel!takkaires gal.stay happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elyn.cheryl.gayle.christel:heyx.thanx 4 just being your crazy self.you guys are simply so retarded that it makes me happy 2 see you guys bing retarded.hahahax.thanx 4 acceptin me 4 who i am &amp;amp; bing me mates.hahaha.hope that we can be friends forever yeahx.strive on gals.you can achieve all your dreams yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilary.nikita.april.melissa:thanx mates 4 being there 4 me when i really needed help.mel remember the times I told you abt peiling &amp; we had a complete laugh out of it.nikita.april.you guys just make me feel happy &amp;amp; gd abt myself.with you guys[including mel &amp; lary] i can talk abt everything under the sun.the days we spent laughing &amp;amp; teasing hilary abt tony sun.hahax.i'll never 4get all that man.we may have had a fair number of misundersandings but we're still as close as ever.lary.you were dere 4 me when i simply felt like cryin &amp; killin myself.you always put a smile on my face simply by you goofy ways.hahax.thanx you guys 4 standin most of my mood swings,givin me advice &amp;amp; makin me happy.you guys are the best man.you all rock &amp; make sure you never 4get that!thanx a million once more.luff ya!muahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiara.jiayan.jiahui:you guys are just plain weird &amp;amp; hilarious.you guys simply cum up wit the weirdest things.i'll never 4get you guys.penguin.chicken.princess lala.whoo hoo!you guys are da bomb man.so never change &amp; takkaires yeah.tofu monks rule!.haha.with all my love.the junior tofu monk.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine.vimilyn.lianne.liying.mel:heyx.i dun have much 2 say to you guys but still.i'll never 4get the stupid names we came up wit.remember pms lady???haha.talikn abt hur was simply farni man.all the things we used 2 say hahaha.that was so stupid man.kkaee.so yup.thanx 4 being great people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the rest of 6e.you guys rock 2.its just that if i have 2 type every ingle gal frm our class in dis post my fingers will die man.rock on 6e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;var nid = "1126"; var dj = "1";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109602012627318649?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109602012627318649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109602012627318649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109602012627318649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109602012627318649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/11/here-are-my-thankews.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109601835823493522</id><published>2004-11-10T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:13:40.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're leaving this sch soon 6e.omg.doesn't time fly by.it seems like we just started our p6 yr yesterday.but yet we're gonna sit 4 our psle in 13 days.haix.we've grown closer &amp; closer as each day passed by.the respect &amp;amp; love 4 each other [as friends lahh] grew more &amp; more as each day by passed.sum of us were closer 2 a couple of people compared 2 d remaining.bt still sum of you guys wld agree that still we were close right???havin been in this class 4 almost 2 years i realised that each of us represent an inkblot each.its crazy if you say that you can create 2 inkblots which are exactly the same.cause that's impossible! every inkblot is different &amp;amp; unique.exactly like each of us.we have learnt to accept each an other's bad points &amp; good points.that's why we are all so close.this is our final year 2gether &amp;amp; the time we have left 2gether is limited.so we've gotta treasure it kkaee.is gonna be so hard 4 me 2 leave all of you guys do you know that.just seeing you guys each day put a smile on my face.you guys might not know this but each an every1 of you guys mean alot 2 me.now its all ending &amp; we're all going down different pathways.promise me that things between us will neva change guys &amp;amp; that we'll always be mates no matter how many misunderstandings we have &amp; that we'll try 2 meet up @ every chance we get....haix.no matter what we will always be the crazy class of 6e '04.one heart.one soul.that's 6e '04.gals 'ere are understandin.caring.helpful.etc.dere are so many things that i can say abt our class &amp;amp; abt you guys cause that's how great you guys are!when we leave this school you guys can still count on me no matter what.i'm just a phone call away kkaee.it doesn't matter if we're close or not i'll still be 'ere 4 you peeps no matter what.kkaee.i'lll keep my word no matter what.there are so many people that i need to thank.but i'll do it in my next post.cause i really feel like cryin now.so just takkaires mates! luff you guys!hugx &amp;amp; kisses.muahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109601835823493522?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109601835823493522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109601835823493522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109601835823493522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109601835823493522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/11/were-leaving-this-sch-soon-6e.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-110007641852920660</id><published>2004-11-10T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T16:46:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.didn't go to sch today cause so tired after yesterday.went to bed @ 10 yesterday nite.then only woke up at abt 12 2dae lol.haha.sum more tmr no sch.then mon aso dun have.haix.sian le.you noe wat i realised recently.that for all my past relationships...i only had dem dere cause i enjoyed dumping dem &amp; breaking their hearts.dun get why i did tt but i feel so horrid now.i'm so so sorry for hurting you guys so much.i must have really hurt you guys so much.but i guess i'm learning my lesson now.i'm like dis guys so much[he doesn't noe tt] but its impossible to tell him cause he's still in love with his ex-gf.haix.just have to keep my feelings to myself.hurts so badly cause i noe tt i'll never be able to get him no matter how hard i try.haix.so ya.i noe i deserve it and all.so i just have to live with it and agin i'm so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-110007641852920660?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/110007641852920660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=110007641852920660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110007641852920660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/110007641852920660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109904200006134551</id><published>2004-11-09T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T16:51:43.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;heyx.these few days have been a nightmare man.haix.lemme start from what happened on wednesday.nothin much happened in the morning lahhs.then stay back with sadrina &amp;amp; leejing.practise for rgps idol.hahax.then practise so many times until so sian leh.started getting in a fucked up mood.then later finally went down @ abt 3.then wanted to buy drink.so go 1st stall.then i saw sumtin pink in the appreciation side of the noticeboard.so i kpo ba.so i went to see wat it was.guess wat it was???it was a letter to me!on the NOTICE BOARD.argh.i tell you ar.the fucked up mood burst open and i haven't been this mad at anyone for a LONG LONG LONG time man.argh.this time it was worst than the other times.i was really pissed this time.i started wondering who could have put it up.hmms.the it came to me.why of course.the very people who were standing at the board earlier @ around 1:20.and its none other than our dalings...leanne marie rama.charlene.heather and sara.why hadn't i thought of it before.sighx.then when i went to ask them can dare say no.if you did it means just say so lahhs.asking me why i suspect them.lemme give you the reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-they used to be nata's meix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-they hate me to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-they would do anything to sabo me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-and they just hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;kkaee.i still had one more suspect.none other than the i-love-to-put-my-belt-in-the-middle-of-my-backside-gerl.yes.our very own PEILING.so went to ask her.she had her arms folded in a bloddy defensive manner.and was damn rude.summore didn't wanna look any of us in the eye and kept on figiting.if you not guilty no need to do all these stuff right.fuck her man!argh.can't stand tt briget.so ANNOYING.wen-yu aso.want me to adopt you guys.sure no prob.i'll adopt you guys.OVER MY DEAD BODY MAN.I'LL NEVER EVER EVER ADOPT BRATS LIKE YOU GUYS.DREAM ON.you guys are nothing compared to my meis lol.argh.lemme move on.so now i'm doing the rgps idol ting with leejing.shan't tell you guys wat the song is.hahax.but we're working really hard on it.then tmr going to go st margrets open hse with leejing then go do sutin then abt 3 go watch movis.whoo!hahax.anyhw's gotta go.in a rush cause hav to meet my friend.late leh.she's gonna KILL me.hahax.seeya peeps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109904200006134551?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109904200006134551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109904200006134551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109904200006134551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109904200006134551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/11/heyx.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109972969918381681</id><published>2004-11-06T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T19:37:17.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;long time no blog eh.these past few days haven't exactly been a dream cum true eh.i'm @ a total lost.haix.keep on thinking abt the past few mths &amp; crying.argh.why did tt bitch have to take peiling away from me.why the hell do i have to turn out to be this away with a fucking stuck up attitude.why do i have to keep on thinkin abt those hu r so nasty to me.am i stupid or wat.lemme ans tt.yes.anyways i'm leaving the sch in 12 days so shouldn't let the past hold me back.yes.9 more days in our beloved rgps.9 more days till we ain't rafflesians anymore...except for those hu go 2 raffles lahh.haix.sad ain't it.but we can make these 9 days the best days of our lives.yeah.haix.so sad tt i have to leave this sch.not cause of my those fuckin ppl leejing.dun cum anyhow say.cause i have to leave my class and the fantastic mates i have here hu have put up with my fuckin attitude all these mths.i really appreciate you guys man.and i hope you guys know that.anyhow.maybe it is high time i put those ppl behind &amp;amp; move on.maybe they aren't worth my friendship eh.i try to be so ice to them but can still give me that kinda attitude eh.well i've had enough of your rubbish man.sickening.i've had enough of your whining and nonsense.and i am refering to you leanne.charlene and sara.think wat i can stand it when you keep on going on abt this &amp;amp; tt.it will surely get to me one day dun chu tink???anyhow i only have lyke 9 days left so can't really be bothered le.anyhow 2days cid fair was SO fun man.but damn tiring.everyone had to keep on shouting and walking around to promote for our class.but at the end of the day it was worthwhile cause we made lyke more than a $1000.yipee.that's so nice rite.whee!anyhow the performance was yesterday lol.wah!in the morning we made complete fools of ourselves cause none of the mikes were working i cld have screamed my backside off man.but in the afternoon though we were so nervous we did wonderfully man.so happy lol.hahax.anyway the idol ting cumin soon.haix.so scared but i have faith in myself man.anyhow.damn tired le.seeya peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109972969918381681?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109972969918381681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109972969918381681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109972969918381681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109972969918381681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/11/long-time-no-blog-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109904062663343584</id><published>2004-10-29T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T17:03:46.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're always on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the time I awake up 'till I close my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're everywhere I go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're all I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And though you're so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It just keeps gettin' stronger everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And even now you're gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still holding on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tell me where do I start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause it's breakin' my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't wanna let you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe you will come back to me someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only heaven knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only heaven knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause only heaven knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends keep tellin' me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that you're not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you do return to me one day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll know you're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But tell me where do I start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause it's breakin' my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't wanna let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why I live in despair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause wide awake or dreaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you're never there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all the time I act so brave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm shaking inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does it hurt me so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only heaven knows ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109904062663343584?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109904062663343584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109904062663343584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109904062663343584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109904062663343584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/youre-always-on-my-mind-from-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109903975704286805</id><published>2004-10-29T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T16:49:17.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My life began the day I met you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It ended the day that you left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You stole my heart without my consent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should have accused you of theft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you left me here all sad and alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldnt help wonderin why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You didnt care if I hurt myself why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You didnt care if I died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were so close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but what happened???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you left,you hated me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew that this would happen but I wasnt prepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I guess i juz hav to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109903975704286805?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109903975704286805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109903975704286805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109903975704286805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109903975704286805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-life-began-day-i-met-you-it-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109903882596358032</id><published>2004-10-29T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T16:33:45.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleepless, dreamless, hopeless nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish for you to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;To fill my eyes with tears of joy,and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;take awaythis sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish for you to put your hands around mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;and make me cozy n warm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;and fill my stomach with butterflies n bees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;that so gently swarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish for you to bring me joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;when everything seems so bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;and take me out of this unhappy mood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;that makes me feel so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish for you to give me back the memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;that brighten my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;and let us share more of them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;cause i dun understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;why we ever did part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish for everything to be as it was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;having soft sleeps filled with dreams and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;so that for every coming day there is light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;does it have to end this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;for if i'm not back in your arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;my heart will be empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;my life without happiness and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my day with no future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109903882596358032?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109903882596358032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109903882596358032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109903882596358032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109903882596358032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/sleepless-dreamless-hopeless-nights-i.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109903798055273236</id><published>2004-10-29T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T16:19:40.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Craving to see your smile again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makes me wish to turn back the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from which I can get a glance on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thinking that someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you'll really be mine again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How will I ever forget you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the person who opened my heart to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who makes me inspired each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and who gave me the hope and strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not to be afraid to fall for someone.And without you knowing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was you from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over the past weekx I set my heart to others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still it can't be open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it can't be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought that the blame was on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but what can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not even one got the right key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Learnin to go on without you in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is really hard to keep on trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the truth is, in my entire life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found out, it's in you my world keeps on turning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the right time, whenever I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the chance to express what I feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll let you read this poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to let you know how much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and for every moment I set my thoughts on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never, ever stopped dreamingand praying that one day you'll tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You luv me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109903798055273236?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109903798055273236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyx.these few days no sch cause psle marking day mar.i tell you ar.so boring man.go out.go for training.watch tv.vcds.listen to music.go online.use the phone.i almost got KILLED by BOREDOM.i actually wanted to STUDY.can you believe it that's how bored i was.hahahax.anyway.i can't wait to go back to sch tmr.can continue practicising for e dance then.i hope tt fucking bitch nanthini hasn't taken mi part as one of e leaders yet.i can't stand her.i'll be so happi once i leave her man.at least then she can't take all my stuff.fucking bitch lahh she.argh.can't afford means must steal isit.no rite.argh.but she ar.wait y am i tokin abt her?haix.i myself dunnoe.anyway.nutin much to say except that charlene told me tt she's gonna migrate to korea?!huh.you have gotta be pulling mi leg rite charlene!!!!!!!but if you're really going i only have one thing to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'M GONNA MISS YOU SO MUCH GERL.YOU'RE ALWAYS DERE TO COMFORT ME WHEN I NEED A SHOLDER TO CRY ON AND WHEN I WAS SO SAD ABT TT PERSON TT DAY YOU ACTUALLY MADE ME FEEL SO MUCH BETTER.THANX FOR EVERYTHING!!!!!YOU'RE THE BEST MAN.I STILL KEEP ALL THE EMAILS T YOU SENT ME YOU KNOW.HAHAHA.=)BUT IF YOU'RE NOT GOING.MEANS.FIRSTLY I'M GONNA LIKK YOU FOR GIVING ME A HEARTATTACK.THEN I'M GONNA JUMP UP AND DOWN.HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anywayx.i gotta go.takkaire peeps.love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109835511878556998?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109835511878556998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109835511878556998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109835511878556998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109835511878556998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/heyx_21.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109774739766304865</id><published>2004-10-14T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T17:49:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heyy.i'm so depressed man.haix.firstly me and taahira are like in charge of the dance and we've worked so hard on it.i even put in so much effort and perfected the intro with her yesterday no matter how sick i was feeling.haix.then today when we wanted to show the class the bloody thing.everyone either wasn't listening or they were making too much noise.haix.somemore we had limited time cause must leave at 8:15 for the excursion mar.so many times we tried to get order in the class but to no avail.thiky and kalai were like complaining so much.hallo!if you think its so easy to do.why dun you get your fucking ass up 'ere and think of all the steps.you say that we never teach you guys.but we did lol.summore its ony the intro and its like damn easy to do lol.haix.that put me in such a bad mood for quite a while.i hope it gets better tomorrow man.so i was like quite upset when we were in the bus.i even cried lol.cause i felt so stressed.thinking abt the dance is way more stressful than sitting for PSLE man.then when we reached i was still quite pissed and kept on snapping at people.didnt' even smile or laugh at all.then like elaine noticed that i was depressed.then she asked what happened.so i just told her lahh.but withmy mates acting so stupid and all as usual how am i not supposed to laugh and have fun eh.so as time flew by it was quite fun i gotta admit lahh.then i quite happy le.then later after school me and leejing went to PG and were playing at abt 2:55 we headed back for sch lahh.then its like rg was standing out side of the school with weithin.lorraine.jolene and cycena lahh.then its like her mother found out abt her ex-bf already.then its like her mom and auntie were talkin to him near the school gate dere.haiyo.how did it turn into such a big thing?!i hope she doesn't get into too much trouble man.then later once i reached home which is like now.i went to check my email and there was one from butterfly lahh.then its like after reading it.i cried and am like quite sad.but everything happens for a reason right???haix.nvm lahh.i g2g le.byex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109774739766304865?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109774739766304865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109774739766304865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109774739766304865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109774739766304865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109757762544329699</id><published>2004-10-12T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:40:25.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heyx.sorry i didn't really post yesterday yeahx.anywayx.today was SO fun man.i had a party in school to celebrate my birthday.i know its quite late but how to celebrate on 7th oct.psle day mar.so combine for the end of our xams and my birthday.hehex.oh ya.to angela.rachel.joey.and josephine:so sad that you guys couldn't cum man.i was lookin frwd to seeing you guys and so were my friends but nvm lahh.another day kkaees. :]oh btw april and nikita dun think just cause you guys didn't cum for the party the rest of us wld die lol.we had so much fun man.read on i'm abt to explain...to think you guys could be so...argh.nvm.anyhowz.so we went to KAP to pick up a couple of tings frm cold storage lahh.but ended up with alot of junk.then we asked the pizza ppl to cum @ 2:15.so duh we had to rush back lahh.so we took taxi.then we reached the school at abt 1:45.so we set up all the junk on tables.[we used up 3.to be specific.hahax.one for our bags &amp; the other 2 for all the rubbish and the pizza.yummy! ]then its like we all filled a couple of ballons with water and threw it abt.hahahx.a bit retarded i know.hahax.then we blew some and wrote our names on the ballons and decorated them.so we were playin with the balllons and all.we made it wet.then splash at each an other and went around hitting each an others' heads.bwahahaha.play.play.play.then the recess started and everyone who were there were like staring at us.of  course we're allowed to celebrate.our psle IS over already mar.anyway its our last year and we only have like a couple of mths left together so we might as well enjoy it to the fullest right.then like we offered one piece of pizza to her and another one to her friend.we cannot finish anyway mar.then we went to one corner adn decided to pop the poppy thing.hahahax.then got wind mar.so duh all the paper flew 'ere and there lahh.then we were like laughing our heads off and making so much noise and the p5-s were staring at us like we were a couple of sadist or something like that.but we are mar.hahahax.we had one BIG piece of pizza so we were KIND enough to over some to lorraine.nata &amp;amp; weiting but they returned it to us later and we were like wondering "what the HELL".so when leejing opened it she realised that there was sand.a stone.and the food was like all squashed up.dun tell me they did that with their EGO.yup.they DID.then later i told nata that she was being a bit thick lahh.so a couple of mins later they all came there and pulled me aside and started rambling on.they were like "the only reason why we did that was cause when you were giving it to us hilary was like rolling her eyes as if like she didn't wanna give us like that".erm.isn't it like from me?so what are you guys trying to get at.she's my mate.so dun cum put the blame on her lol.your excuses are a bit LACK.dun mind me sayin ar.to what you guys say i only have one thing to say "WHATEVER!".i simply can't give a toss abt you guys man.i g2g le.post tmr.byex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109757762544329699?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109757762544329699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109757762544329699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109757762544329699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109757762544329699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/heyx_12.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109749124781279411</id><published>2004-10-11T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T18:40:47.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...IF EVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you seize the day for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;keep the night away for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;make the darkness light for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the noble sun ignite for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if ever,if ever you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and if  ever you were here again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'd never shed a tear again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or make the sunrise mine alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or see a new sun shine alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if  ever,if  ever you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but nothing is forever now i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the sunrise and the day will go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as the sun will burn to death one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be with you where you have gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where sun and stars have never shone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh you would seize the day for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;keep the fearful night away for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;make the darkness light for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the noble sun ignite for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if ever,if ever you were here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just one more day to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as darkness makes its way to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to know that you've never been near agin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'd never ever shed a tear again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109749124781279411?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109749124781279411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109749124781279411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109749124781279411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109749124781279411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109749062113703121</id><published>2004-10-11T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T18:30:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whatever you do its insane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you can't look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Locked in the right lane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're on the wrong track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What have you done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wherever you're going to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;keep your heel to the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's all over now baby,for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They can't touch you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What have you done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[rap]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where can you go in the light of the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when the only thing you have is your light and your youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when your dreams are on fire you have nothing but your hot wires and your desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;keep your heel to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's all over now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they can't touch you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109749062113703121?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109749062113703121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109749062113703121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109749062113703121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109749062113703121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/whatever-you-do-its-insane-you-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109749021987574409</id><published>2004-10-11T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T18:23:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why does it have to be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why do we have to part this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;walking away from the truths and the facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but driving into the lies and the hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[rap]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;every night i cry to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lost in the thoughts of you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you told me we would be forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i guess they were all lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lost in the thoughts of you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;memories ever so vauge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lost in your timeless hopes and dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't believe that its over now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't believe that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cab't believe that you left me stranded here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but those feelings won't last for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll get over you one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sooner than you expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you thought that i'd stay blue over you boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry to say that you were wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109749021987574409?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109749021987574409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109749021987574409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109749021987574409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109749021987574409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-does-it-have-to-be-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109740728580564548</id><published>2004-10-10T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T19:25:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyx.i feelin so down today man.no mood to do anything also.haix.have you ever felt like life has no meaning and as if you just wanna end it by jumping down.well that's how i feel now.but i guess i'll take my hmt exam &amp; then end it.its simply not worth getting so hurt.upset.and depressed man.haix.i went to leejing's house that day.played with her hamsters man.SO CUTE!!!there's donut.milkshake.candy and strawberry.cute names right.i like donut the best.so CUDDLY.reminds me of my stuffed toys.hahax.then later.we went down to walk walk lahh.both of us were still in our school uniforms.then we walk here walk there.we went to the big canal thing.then cross over and threw stuff around.then later we went to pluck coconuts &amp;amp; threw them on the floor.then it like exploded.then there was all this juice &amp; flesh flying everywhere.hahahax.then we wanted 2 go back 2 hur house.so we started walking and walking..we went in circles over &amp;amp; over again.iis like how could you get lost around your own estate leejing!so STOOPID!then as we were walkin in circles.we saw naked men!when they weren't men they were boys abt p5.and they weren't really naked they had shorts on.plus there were 2 girls with them.they were wearing skirts.er.HALLO.how can you play FOOTBALL in SKIRTS!!!abit stoopid rite.anyways.just as the naked people left.[teehehe] it started to rain.argh.i really felt like screaming man.and its not like the rain was light or anything like that.it started POURING!we had to make quite a number of rounds before finally finding the way back.annoyin or annoyin.oh.did i forget to add that while we were walking[b4 it started to rain that is]we spotted a blue.scaley.ugly.fat.thing.which had a REALLY long neck.&amp; made me feel like pucking!well duh we started screaming histerically.i actually thought it was fake or something like that.until it turned its head &amp;amp; looked @ me.now that was when i really freaked out.its eyes were SO BIG.argh.ugly or what.strangely it reminded me of peiling.you know the i-want-to-put-my-belt-in-the-middle-of-my-backside-cause-it-makes-me-look-cool-girl.yup.that's the gerl i'm talking about mates.i dun mean to be rude here but since when did putting your belt in the middle of your backside kwel???it just makes you look ugly &amp; fat.well she already is but still.i am not being crude here.cause it IS a fact &amp;amp; i'm just stating it.by the way peiling ar.i know that you WORSHIP natasha &amp; all but trying to be just like her is just STOOPID.even she doesn't put her belt in the middle of her backside.GROW UP MAN!plus i know that you're anoymous so dun try to fake it.you got nothing better to do isit.i know you damn bored &amp;amp; all.so whatever lol.anywayx.i g2g.so takkaires peeps.btw.i wanna thank angelic anoymous.thanx.huever you are.for supporting me.i owe you 1 man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109740728580564548?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109740728580564548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109740728580564548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109740728580564548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109740728580564548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/heyx_10.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109662330382344258</id><published>2004-10-01T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:35:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes you find a very special friend,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who changes your life just by being part of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you laugh when you need to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who convinces you that life is filled with doors&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for you to open them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling down,&lt;br /&gt;And the world seems like a dark and empty place,&lt;br /&gt;Your special friend lifts your spirit&lt;br /&gt;And makes that dark and empty world&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly seem bright and full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your special friend gets you through&lt;br /&gt;The hard times and the sad times,&lt;br /&gt;Your special friend holds your hand&lt;br /&gt;And tells you everything is going to be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you find such a friend,&lt;br /&gt;You have a special friend for life,&lt;br /&gt;And life is special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks For Being My Very Special Friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109662330382344258?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109662330382344258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109662330382344258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109662330382344258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109662330382344258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/sometimes-you-find-very-special-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109662250206669986</id><published>2004-10-01T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:21:42.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FrIeNdShIP&lt;br /&gt;Many people will walk in and out of your life. But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. To handle yourself, use your head; Anger is only one letter short of danger. If someone betrays you once, it is his fault; If he betrays you twice, it is your fault. Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people. To handle others, use your heart. He, who loses money, loses much; He, who loses a friend, loses much more; He, who loses faith, loses all. Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself. Friends, you and me .... You brought another friend ... And then there were 3 We started our group .... Our circle of friends .... There is no beginning or end . Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109662250206669986?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109662250206669986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109662250206669986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109662250206669986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109662250206669986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/friendship-many-people-will-walk-in.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109662025823315146</id><published>2004-10-01T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T16:44:18.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cried for days.i cried for nights.you hurt me once you hurt me twice.you hurt me till i was numb &amp; close inside.i wish someone was there for me.i wish that someone would love me but i knew that this dream would never come true.i tried to hold my feelings in.i tried to hold my tears back.everyone has feelings.everyone can only hold on till one point.how long could i last this way???i asked myself every single day.one day i just broke down.cried infront of everyone.wished someone would save me from this nightmare.the people i once called friends just lefe mt there.stranded.and didn't bother about me or how i felt.i miss the old days.when i rarely shed a single tear.a smile was glued onto my face &amp;amp; i thought that it would never be erased away.i wish that those days would come back.i wish that you would too.hahaha.those are only dreams which will never come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109662025823315146?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109662025823315146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109662025823315146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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matured.told me that you would always be there for me no matter what happened.i believed you.i had faith in you.i loved you.and all those grew even more every single day.then one day you just dropped me down like an ordinary rag doll.broke my heart into little bits and pieces.dropped me back into my nightmares.no matter how much you would have taught me,i was still hurt.i cried for days.not one second passed that i was not thinking about you.i missed you every single day and night.you never knew how much you meant to me &amp;amp; you never will.you told me that you were not worthy of my love.but guess what i never believed that.but i think i do now.i will never love you the way that i used to.you've lost me forever.no matter how hard it may be for me to face the furture without you i still have to go on.my life cannot end cause of you can it???i actually thougth that you would always be here for me no matter what.yuo fooled me once but i will never let you toy with my feelings again.one day someone will do the same thing to you.at least then you'll realise how much you've hurt me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109661945676285573?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109661945676285573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109661945676285573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109661945676285573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109661945676285573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-saved-me-from-my-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109661815562950489</id><published>2004-10-01T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T16:09:15.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you meant so much to me.i lived only for you.i loved you ever so dearly.i shed tears &amp; blood for you no matter what people told me.cause i knew that my feelings for you were true.i thought that you felt the same way about me but i guess i was wrong.you hurt my feelings.you broke my heart.i felt as if my life had ended right smack at that moment.i was depressed.i tried my best not to think about you.about the great memories &amp;amp; times that we had together.finally i picked myself up from the ground,told myself that if you didn't feel the same way i couldn't do anything .but just know this.i may have gone back to normal but i'll always love you till the day that i die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109661815562950489?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109661815562950489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109661815562950489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109661815562950489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109661815562950489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-meant-so-much-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109661655980179871</id><published>2004-10-01T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T15:42:39.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;can someone take away my pain???can anyone bring me away??? can someone just help me???will anyone ever love me???these were some questions that were going through my mind.alot of things were going through my mind.school.friends.numerous number of things.i just wished that i could be happy.i just wished that i could smile like i used to.once someone told me that a smile is the ans to all my problems.i wish that tt was true.there are alot of things that i wish that i could come true.alot of things that i wish i could do.but is all this possible???maybe it is.when someone lifts me up from the ground again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe it'll happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109661655980179871?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109661655980179871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109661655980179871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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you don't love me anymore.what makes me feel this way???i can't answer that.maybe its just the way that you've been treating memaybe its simply you.what's been going on recently???what's been on you're mind???have you forgotten about the good times???though your love for me has ceased mine never will.till the day you come back to me i'll be here.waiting for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109661610520705189?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109661610520705189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109661610520705189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109661610520705189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109661610520705189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-feel-likeive-lost-you.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109661577254375715</id><published>2004-10-01T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T15:29:32.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sad and i don't know why.i'm confused and i don't know why.i'm depressed and i don't know why.tears just keeps pouring down my face.i can't seem to stop them.i can't seem to stop anything.what's going through my mind now?i cry out every single time.but to my dismay no one comes to my rescue.i'm drowning in misery.drowning in precious memories.in sorrows.in everything.i wish i could do something about all this but that's just impossible.i guess i'll just have 2 continue this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109661577254375715?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109661577254375715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109661577254375715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109661577254375715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109661577254375715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-sad-and-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109661518812720953</id><published>2004-10-01T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T15:19:48.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;can't you see that.&lt;br /&gt;i love you so baby,&lt;br /&gt;don't you get that.&lt;br /&gt;you love her more,&lt;br /&gt;now i get that.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be back.&lt;br /&gt;i under-stand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;yet it hurts so bad now you're gone...never coming back 2 where you belong...my tears are never gonna stop falling.my heart's never gonna stop bleeding.it hurts so bad.it hurts so bad.and i'll never forget that.it hurts so bad.it hurts so bad.&amp; i'll never forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rap:&lt;br /&gt;you put a smile on my face.dried the tears that i shed.kept me warm in your arms.but was that all an act???...told me that it would last.told me that i was your great one.but it all ain't true.fuck you jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say:&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm over you&lt;br /&gt;and your sucky attitude.&lt;br /&gt;you can stuff your head up her ass&lt;br /&gt;for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;cause now i'm over you&lt;br /&gt;and your sucky attitude&lt;br /&gt;it ain't my buisness&lt;br /&gt;what you do...&lt;br /&gt;its over.i'm under.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;it over.i'm under.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;its no use begging on your knees now.&lt;br /&gt;cause my mind's made up.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NEVER COMING BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be back.&lt;br /&gt;i won't be back.&lt;br /&gt;i won't be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WON'T BE BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109661518812720953?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109661518812720953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109661518812720953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109661518812720953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109661518812720953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/10/verse-1-it-hurts-so-bad-cant-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109661376631218922</id><published>2004-10-01T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T14:56:06.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyx.dis morning i went 2 KRTC 2 take mi maths test lahh.its like so lil' ppl came lol.only abt 14 i tink.then its like most of us got no mood 2 do lah.so sleepy &amp; lazy mar.its like d quest.s were frm d previous 2 tests &amp; nawshin had d workings &amp; ans with hur mar.so its like we were copyin lahh.but duh cnt copy everytthin.if nt then its 2 obvious already mar.its like BC never cum lol.cause he's sick or sumtin like tt so sad rite.then after tt.angela.rachel.&amp; me walked around tiong baruh plaza lahh.then stand 'ere.stand dere.tok.tok.tok.haha.if you gals are readin dis.i just wanna say.gonna miss you guys so much after tmr.you guys rock man.anyways.psle cumin soon le.only like 4 more days!stress ar.haix.no choice rite.after tt i cn party until i get do tired.haha.i'm tinkin of bookin a chalet @ d end of d yr.if i invite you must cum ar.hmms.i still csn't decide if i sld celebrate my bdae in sch on d 11th or 12th.wat do you guys tink???gimme ur opinion kkaees.hhms.i wrote a new song.i post it later kkaees.takkaires.study hard yeahx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109661376631218922?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109661376631218922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109661376631218922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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us were lyke screamin our heads off esp. us p6-es cause it is our last yr after all.then like mrs lim never perform lol.so sad man.nx yr aso she wun perform &amp; even if she does we aso cnt see hur perform lol.then its like d afternoon session concert quite borin aso.hmms.PSLE starts next tuesday &amp; mi bade's nx week.hahaha.so in abt a 7 days time i'll be a yr older.yipee.&amp; in abt 10 days time i'll get mi new hp.hahaha.nokia 7610.i like.kkaee.i'm soundin damn retarded 'ere.oh.ya tt leanne ar.go tell fairoza tt charlene loves rk.then later its like fairoza asked charlene if she does then charlene asked fairoza hu told hur lahh.then tt bloody leanne go &amp; say that i was d 1 hu told fairoza lol.argh!nutin better 2 do ar she.anyways i gota go.post tmr yeah.muahx.bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109654728379343979?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362788.post-109635605228008437</id><published>2004-09-28T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T15:20:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmms.changed mi song again but quite hard 2 make up my mind.cause its like i wanted 2 put these words.then i wanted 2 put fly away.or the gal can rock or fly.but i finally made up mi mind cause its 2 sum1 whom i've lost.*cough.cough* not that special person hor.dun cum curse my luck.i never wanna lose that special person.tt person hor got so jealous that day cause i was tokin 2 mi mate on d phone tt day &amp; said that blue coral.[only those hu r close 2 mi will know hu i'm tokin abt] damn cute.then later tt person nevern say much but can see that tt person is jealous lol.hahaha.haix.dun wry lahh.i'll always love you mar.anyway its like 2dae april started cryin cause she read hilary's letter[which was like so long ago lol] &amp; cause she started thinkin abt all d old times that she &amp; hilary had.then its like she threatened 2 cut infront of us.then i felt like sayin go on cut lol.i dun give a fuckin shit aso lol but i can't be that mean rite.so i tried 2 comfort hur &amp; explain things 2 hur.that lary's not worth it &amp; blah.blah.blah.sumtimes i just feel like tellin hur hw fake she is.&amp; tt she does take hur fwens 4 granted &amp; slappin hur but cnt lahh.haix.2 bad rite.she just such a WANNABE.hmms.wadever lahh.i can't stand fuckers like hur man.its like sumtimes she not bad lahh.but ya lahh.hmms.anyway peiling was sayin that she wanna get nata disown hur lol.but i bet that peiling wun cause she's like 2 scared 2 ask nata lol.haha.so toot.hmms.PSLE is i9n a wk's time &amp; i'm so stressed up man.still got so much work.summore 2day mrs ching went 2 like print 2 more maths papers.doesn't she realise that we already have enough work &amp; we're so stressed up.haii.but only 4 1 more week then after we take our PSLE can party until we can't party anymore.hahax.anyway i've decided not 2 have anything 2 do with natasha.and hur beloved mates.they r all FREAKY.just tokin abt dem makes mi feel like puckin.so lemme change d topic...we had a firedrill 2dae.so happy.get 2 miss abit of mrs lim's lesson.then is like pms lady so STOOPID.go bring hur bag down.then its like me elaine &amp; d rest were like laughin our heads off.then its like we cnt hear wat mdm choong is tokin abt frm d back rite so we started tokin lol.then mrs lim started scoldin us.then we were like "we can't hear mar".then she said "just dun tok &amp; listen" .erm mrs lim ar.what r we supposed 2 listen 2 when we can't hear anything???so farni lahh she.hmms.anyway bought american idiot...d album by greenday yesterday.quite nice lol.but my fave song frm dd whole album is still american idiot.haha.anywayx.need 2 go study le.byebye.muahx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109635605228008437?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109635605228008437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109635605228008437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109635605228008437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109635605228008437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/09/hmms.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109602197128680507</id><published>2004-09-24T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T18:32:51.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;msg to leanne.charlene.sara.heather.fairoza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember you questioned me this afternoon right,charlene??? i didn't wanna say it just now.but now i'm sayin it on my blog.where a million people can read it.i do.&amp; is that a big deal or sumtin??? i dun think it is lol.did you guys take a look @ my memories.go &amp;amp; take a look if yuo haven't done it yet.read my posts abt you guys really carefuly then maybe you'll get what i'm tryin 2 say.dun just glance it over.i dun only care 4 charlene &amp; leanne lol.i care abt all you guys.do you understand simple english or do you wan me to type in french!?!?!?i'm quite sure that you guys wun accept my feelings &amp;amp; will never tok 2 me again after that.but who the heck cares man.i'm the type of gurl who goes all out for what i want even if i know that i'll lose sumting or sum1 in that process.&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;if you dun give sumtin a shot you'll never know what the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;outcome will be mar&lt;/span&gt;.so now its up 2 you guys to make the decision...but i know what's the ans... but even if you guys hate me after this which you guys will.i really can't do anything abt it lol.cause i'm me &amp;amp; these are my feelings.so ya.i can't be like you guys you know.so just think abt what i said.if you make a decision in a haste you'll regret it later.btw leanne you said that you dun give right so guess what i dun give a fuckin shit either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109602197128680507?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109602197128680507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109602197128680507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109602197128680507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109602197128680507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/09/msg-to-leanne.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109602066058950336</id><published>2004-09-24T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T20:24:06.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1: I cried myself to sleep the other night.Reminiscing about the past that we once shared.The joy, the laughter,the sadness and the tears.But all that seem to be things of the past now cause you don't seem to care anymore.Why must you hurt me?Shattering my heart into pieces when all I wanted was your love.Am I asking for too much, just by asking for you?Why? Why can't we be like how we used to be.All the promises that we once shared seem to be forgotten by you suddenly When you seem to be ignoring me.I can't help but to doubt your sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: was i at fault for letting you go?Could I have fought for you to stay?But I didn't fight, I didn't beg.I didn't even talk you into coming back to me.Am I to be blamed for this situation?could I have done something to make it better?If I could change the hands of time I would go to the past and make things right.I won't break your heart.I won't pick a fight.For all you know, we'll be together still.I guess it's too late now.Nothing could be done.You have someone new.I can't do much but to take a backseat and wish the both of you the best in everything you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Love is a wonderful thing.Though it may hurt you,make you cry,make you smile.A smile which means a thousand unspoken words.Feeling happy over the slightest little things...Love...It is something unexplainable.A dangerous word that melts a heart.A contradictory feeling?Maybe yes..Maybe no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109602066058950336?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109602066058950336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109602066058950336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109602066058950336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109602066058950336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/09/1-i-cried-myself-to-sleep-other-night.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109576328012325476</id><published>2004-09-21T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:42:29.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haix.2day was such a horrid day man.hilary is SO mad @ me &amp; i have no idea why.things were fine between us on fri wat.hw cn lyke that???haix.if i go into this whole thing i'll surely break down wan lahh.so nvm.let's move on.psle's cumin in like 2 wks le.&amp;amp; i'm gettin really really stressed up lol.i seriously can't afford another break down.i've had 2 many already.i just want this year 2 fly away.then i'll go 2 sec 1 &amp; start all over again.hmms.sld i ask leanne.charlene.heather.fairoza &amp;amp; sara if i can adopt them???i bet that they'll say no lol.hmms.i g2g study le.byebyex.muahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt; var chatterbox = 'no'; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://chatter.flooble.com/chatter.php?js=true&amp;id=anklebel&amp;amp;sid=1730706"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chatter.flooble.com/chatter.php?id=anklebel&amp;sid=1730706&amp;popup=true&amp;w=480&amp;h=400" target="flooblechatterbox" onclick="window.open('about:blank','flooblechatterbox','toolbar=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,scrollbars=yes,resizable=no,copyhistory=no,width=480,height=400');return true;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.flooble.com/images/chatter/chaticon.gif" border="0" align="absbottom" /&gt;Talk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my &lt;a href="http://chatter.flooble.com/"&gt;flooble chatterbox, a free javascript chat tag board / shoutbox / tagboard program for your xanga, diary, blogger or weblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackjack-primer.com"&gt;Blackjack Primer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt; if (!chatterbox  chatterbox != 'ok') {&lt;br /&gt;document.write('This &lt;a href="http://chatter.flooble.com/"&gt;flooble chatterbox&lt;/a&gt; is');&lt;br /&gt;document.write(' temporarily unavailable. 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It will be back up shortly.'); } &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109559177895846556?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109559177895846556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109559177895846556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109559177895846556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109559177895846556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/09/do-you-ever-feel-like-breaking-down-do.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109532872776544979</id><published>2004-09-16T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T17:59:38.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tried my best... it's like gathering sand in your hand and looking at all the sand flow through in between my fingers back to the floor... then i scooped up more sand to see it flow out of my hand no matter how hard i try to close the gaps... i gathered and gathered again to see it all slipped away from me time and time again... am i crazy? but i know i cannot live without the "sand"...i dun wanna know... dun wanna think.. dun wanna do... dun wanna feel... dun wanna see... dun wanna hear... dun wanna smell... dun wanna taste... dun wanna study... dun wanna talk... dun wanna learn anything... dun wanna act as if i know ehy... i dun wanna do anything... everything hurts so bad... i dun wanna cry today, but can't help it... dun wanna walk away sad, dissapointed and dejected today... tried my best to move her... didn't get it... dun want her to ignore me and leave me alone... but it's still the same... i dun wanna live my life like that... wanna spend it with her... wanna make her happy... wanna see her smile... wanna smile and shake my head at her when she quarrels with her mother... wanna be there for her when she is down... but she doesn't seems to need all that... she cannot even look at me for more than 1 seconds... am i really that hideous? is she merely guilty? or maybe she dun wanna hurt me.... but i'm already hurt... i dun want those i love to get hurt.. i dun want those i love to leave me... how come nobody juz sees how committed i am... since it's all like this... i dun wanna do anything with my life anymore... juz let it go by... i'm too small to care... i cannot change anything no matter how much effort i put in... the only thing i want is to have someone point and laugh at me and say that everything that happened is not true... it's all a terrible joke and she will laugh and joke and hug me again tomorrow... please... somebody please tell me that... that's all i need...spare me lord... i'm not your match... but why must you do everything to unsure my suffering... haven u had enough... mercy... please do not take her away from me... i'm left with nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt; var chatterbox = 'no'; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://chatter.flooble.com/chatter.php?js=true&amp;id=anklebel&amp;amp;sid=1730706"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chatter.flooble.com/chatter.php?id=anklebel&amp;sid=1730706&amp;popup=true&amp;w=480&amp;h=400" target="flooblechatterbox" onclick="window.open('about:blank','flooblechatterbox','toolbar=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,scrollbars=yes,resizable=no,copyhistory=no,width=480,height=400');return true;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.flooble.com/images/chatter/chaticon.gif" border="0" align="absbottom" /&gt;Talk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my &lt;a href="http://chatter.flooble.com/"&gt;flooble chatterbox, a free javascript chat tag board / shoutbox / tagboard program for your xanga, diary, blogger or weblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackjack-primer.com"&gt;Blackjack Primer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt; if (!chatterbox  chatterbox != 'ok') {&lt;br /&gt;document.write('This &lt;a href="http://chatter.flooble.com/"&gt;flooble chatterbox&lt;/a&gt; is');&lt;br /&gt;document.write(' temporarily unavailable. 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It will be back up shortly.'); } &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109498531730760948?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109498531730760948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109498531730760948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109498531730760948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109498531730760948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/09/halloi-just-got-back-frm-my-focus_12.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109446347230392989</id><published>2004-09-06T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T17:37:52.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.i'm lyke in a sad mood 2dae &amp; i miself dunno why.weird rite.anyway i realli can't stand tt pl freak man.she's keeps on askin me to pick between dis 2 ppl who mean ALOT 2 mi more than she has ever meant to me.very sickening lol.is she jealous or wat she already has nata right.so? what's her point lol.haii.psle's cumin in abt 29 days.boy am i nervous.listen up p6-es.we hav 2 strive really hard just 4 29 more days after that we just hav 2 sit 4 our psle &amp;amp; we're free.we can party hard after that.after all we do deserve it after all the hard work we've put in right. remember everything is possible unless we ourselves say that its not.we can do it.we so can. d peeps hu didn't do well...can still catch up.remember there's still 29 more daes.whoo hoo!let's do it!our dreams willcome true.we will go to the schools that we want.we will get the grades that we want.we're not gonna get defeated.we can even beat the gep-ers if we want to.i know that we can.anyway.dis 1 wk holiday is gonna be pure torment.i've got tution on every singls day!such a scream right.i went to watch cinderella stry yesterday &amp; guess what...i watched it twice...mental right.its lyke so nice lol.i actally cried.the movie was quite sad frankly speaking.i understood what sam was going through that's why i cried so much.the rest of my best mates were crying 2.except the guys lahh.haha.i g2g le.byebyes.takkaires peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109446347230392989?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109446347230392989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109446347230392989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109446347230392989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109446347230392989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109576282396084592</id><published>2004-09-01T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:34:39.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life sucks!</title><content type='html'>guess what...i simply feel like commiting suicide.today when i was online peiling told me something that totally shocked me.she told me that she still loved me!!!i do admit that i was really happy @ 1st but then later when she told me that she loved nata more than me.that was what really broke my heart.why did i ever adopt her?why did i even isown her in the 1st place?!why did that ass nata ever adopt her in d 1st place???why does she love nata so much???why do I still love her?!?!why!why!why!someone save me today.someone turn the lights back on.cause ever since you went away nothing seems the same.haix.i wish that i could simply tell peiling how i feel.i simply wish that things could be right for once in my life.som more its like i love charlene &amp; leanne but i can't tell them that i do lol.haii.whenever i talk 2 them i have the urge to tell them but i can't.most likely they'll say something like "stop loving me you fool!".haix.i guess i'll just have 2 go on with my fuckin life without tellin them how i feel lol.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;will peiling ever love me more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;than natasha!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know that the ans is a 'no' lol.haix.natashe simply has the best of both worlds lol.that's so unfair.but she'll learn her l;esson 1 day 4 all the things she's done 2 others.RETRIBUTION is SWEET!!!..charlene says that i'm so lucky 2 hav so many jies.ya.maybe i am.but still i'm losing all my meis 1 by 1.so i dun really think that i'm that lucky.haiz.i only have one thing 2 say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;LIFE SUX.BIG TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tmr our oh so beloved natasha[rolls eyes] is gonna decide if she's picking peiling.leanne.or both.i have a strong gut feeling that its gonna be both.haix.wadever lahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt; if (!chatterbox  chatterbox != 'ok') {&lt;br /&gt;document.write('This &lt;a href="http://chatter.flooble.com/"&gt;flooble chatterbox&lt;/a&gt; is');&lt;br /&gt;document.write(' temporarily unavailable. It will be back up shortly.'); } &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109576282396084592?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109576282396084592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109576282396084592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109576282396084592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109576282396084592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-sucks.html' title='life sucks!'/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109333969794215002</id><published>2004-08-24T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T10:10:13.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's so confusin.i've oficially deceided 2 disown peiling.i just can't take it anymore.she's bein a total bitch,actin so big &amp; all.sumtimes it just makes mi feel lyke slappin hur.everitime when i tok 2 hur it simply pisses mi off.sum more tt leanne marie rama ar.so damn fuckin bitchy man.cn still dare lie 2 mi.i simply hate it when ppl lie 2 mi man.its so damn sickening tt it makes mi feel lyke realli scoldiin hur &amp;amp; kickin hur ass man.when will dey eva learn 2 grow up...d ans 2 tt question is....NEVA!!!!!.....so immature man.sum more she has such a big blabber mouth.just cnt kp tings 2 hurself lol.argh!!!!!!!!!when will she eva learn 2 stop lyin 2 others &amp;amp; bein such a poser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109333969794215002?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109333969794215002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109333969794215002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109333969794215002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109333969794215002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/08/lifes-so-confusin.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109325749116932606</id><published>2004-08-23T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:38:11.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school has been so tiring man.just feel lykegoin straight 2 slp after i cum bl lol.bt saddly cnt.nd 2 study.so sian man prelim dis wk.d end of d yr is nearin so fast.soon i'll be sec 1 &amp; i'll hav 2 leave all mi mates behind.sigh.its goin 2 be so hard man.bt i dun tink it'll be hard 2 part with ahem 'them' if yoo knoe hu i'm tokin abt.yooknoe wat.i simply cnt stand nikita man.so bitch.so poser.everitin act so innocent.hur face is so slapable when hur ass is so kickable.can't stand hur!argh!evritime roll roll hur eyes.hw abt dis.roll roll roll ur  pupils roughly round d eyes.merrily meriil merrily until it pops out.if she rolls hur eyes as if d rest of us cnt lyke tt.lk @ mi i'm nikita &amp;amp; i love rollin mi eyes cause i'm such a bitch.argh.LMR!i will neva 4 give yoo 4 wat yoo said 2 mi.neva.neva.neva.yoo hurt mi so much lol.i actually thought yoo were nice man.i guess i was realli realli mad 2 hav thought tt.dun yoo agree.aniwayz i better get outta 'ere b4 i insult more asses out dere.see ya peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109325749116932606?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109325749116932606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109325749116932606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109325749116932606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109325749116932606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/08/school-has-been-so-tiring-man.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109257801675726158</id><published>2004-08-15T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T21:53:36.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heya!</title><content type='html'>man am i tired.yesterdae i stayed up until so late.i was actually studyin bt i decided 2 go take a shower then i came bk &amp; was doin mi hw.i tink i fell asleep on d table half way lol.so stupid.sum more i had 2 wake up @ six 2 go cathicism class.so i was a bit tired when i reached dere.then its lyke when i met mi mates we started talkin lahh.after class all of us went 4 mass 2gether which is lyke 12 of us includin mi then we made so much noise lol.i actually dropped a piece of down &amp;amp; it lande on a old man's head man!hahaha.then later allison was lyke.mi gosh.wat did yoo do.then we all stared laughin again.then later @ 1 i met marissa,chris,martha &amp; jacob lahh.cause supposed 2 hav drama meetin bt 2 lilttle ppl.so we decided 2 go grab a bite &amp;amp; chat 4 a while.so we took a long walk 2 mcds'.aiyo.so damn bloody hot man.so boy were we glad 2 get into an air conditioned place.so we just talked lahh.then we bought lyke 2 mediun packs of fries &amp; started attackin it.then its lyke i accidently poured d chilli on d table lol.hahaha.aniway i'm meetin dem dis cumin sun.hahaha.i'll be in charge of d youth booth &amp;amp; d skit &amp;amp; d dane.hahaha.goin 2 be so fun.then nx sun i'm goin 2 marissa's hse 4 lunch.then all of us cn swim aso.hahaha.aniway.exams startin soon.stress man.g2g peeps.love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109257801675726158?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109257801675726158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109257801675726158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109257801675726158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109257801675726158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/08/heya.html' title='heya!'/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109257699449869145</id><published>2004-08-15T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T21:36:34.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if yoo stick sumtin in ur eye tears will flow &amp; if yoo hurt a person deeply yoo will discover is true feelins.if yoo throw a rock @ birds yoo will scare dem away:&amp;amp; if yoo insult a friend yoo will break up d friendship.even if yoo hav a violent argument with a friend,&amp; speak sharply all is lost.yoo cn still make up with him.bt ani friend will leave yoo if yoo insult him,if yoo r arrogant,if yoo reveal his secrets,or if yoo turn on him unexpectedly.gain d confidence in ur neighbour if he is poor;then yoo cn share his happiness if he becums sucessful.stand by him when he is in trouble if yoo if yoo wan 2 share with him when better times cun his way.fumes &amp; smoke appear b4 d flames do;insults cum b4 violence.i will neva be afraid 2 protect a friend,&amp;amp; i will neva turn a friend awy if he needs mi.if i suffer because of him everi1 hu learns of it will be on guard againt him......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109257699449869145?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109257699449869145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109257699449869145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109257699449869145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109257699449869145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/08/friendship.html' title='friendship!'/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109257641262090738</id><published>2004-08-15T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T21:26:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in praise of wisdom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;all wisdom cums frm d lord,and wisdom is with him 4eva.hu cn count raindorps or d sand along d shore?hu cn count daes of eternity?hw deep is d ocean?hw profound is wisdom?cn ani1 find ans 2 these questions?wisdom was created b4 anitin else;understandin has always existed.has ani1 eva been shown where wisdom originates?does ani1 understand hur subtle cleverness?dere is onli 1 hu is wise &amp; we must stand in awe b4 his throne.d lord himself created wisdom;he saw hur &amp; recognized hur value &amp;amp; so he filled everitin he made with wisdom he gave sum measure of wisdom 2 everi1 bt poured hur out on those hu love him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109257641262090738?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109257641262090738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109257641262090738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109257641262090738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109257641262090738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/08/in-praise-of-wisdom.html' title='in praise of wisdom...'/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109205977375935263</id><published>2004-08-09T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T21:56:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why.</title><content type='html'>haii.just dun get wat's goin on in mi life sumtimes.hav yoo eva thought y life's so confusing?well i hav.bout a million times.pei has been givin mi so much probs man.hw hard is it 4 hur 2 understand hw i feel ar.yoo guys get hw i feel rite?haii.bet yoo dun.sum more tt weiting ar.kps on botherin mi.HALLO! i get tt she HATES MI 2 D CORE bt its ENOUGH!as if i gt do anitin 2 hur lyke tt.just mindin mi own SHIT is called botherin hur meh?!no rite?!haii.then i gettin abit confused aso dis group of ppl hu mean alot 2 mi bt i just dun get hw 2 tell tt 2 dem tt.if sumtin eva happens 2 tell i'll be @ a complete loss man.haii.isn't life just confusin.aniway.tt jerry ar.nw go tell jasila dun knoe wat lyke he can't live without mi lyke tt.all mi best mates said tt he luvs mi alot &amp;amp; he realli can't live wihtout mi.if tt's true he cn just tell mi himself rite..instead of runnin 2 our best mates.haiyo.hp all dis clears up fast man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109205977375935263?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109205977375935263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109205977375935263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109205977375935263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109205977375935263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/08/why.html' title='why.'/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109102267983399947</id><published>2004-07-28T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:51:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyya!</title><content type='html'>haiyo.2dae had 2 go 2 d damn zoo lol.mrs lim ar make us walk here walk dere until dunno where we walkin also.arghh.but still quite fun lahh.mi niki,april &amp; hal kept on laughin &amp;amp; laughin lyke a couple of mad idiots.maybe tt's y we were so tired.i tried 2 carry d rabbnit&amp;nbsp; man.so fluffy.hahah.but it gt scared hen it scratched mi.quite pain man.neways.i had 2 clean classroom with lee jing and hilary yesterdae.2 tink i thought it wld suck.it was actually quite fun.we were scrubbning d tables 1st lahh.then veri lazy 2 carry all d way 2 toilet &amp; wash mar.so we poured d soap onto d floor and landed up carryin just a single table 2 d toilet 2 wash.we made d whole toilet soappy by washin d table in d toilet lol.then we had 2 wash d stupid toilet cause so soappy mar.after tt we went bk 2 class &amp;amp; realized tt we spilled soap dere 2.when i was pourin water ova d floor 1 of us go &amp; topple d soap lol &amp;amp; made d class even worse than it already was lol.we started skatuing lyke&amp;nbsp;a ouple of mad pigs around d whole class.screamin &amp; laughin.so fun man.aniways.enough out mi &amp;amp; mi claenin.i g2g aniwayx.so takkaires peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109102267983399947?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109102267983399947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109102267983399947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109102267983399947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109102267983399947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/07/heyya_28.html' title='heyya!'/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109576160686182755</id><published>2004-07-20T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:14:12.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why???</title><content type='html'>haix.i never expected peiling 2 tell nata yes lol.what am i gonna do now???life's so confusing.i still love peiling but i guess she'll never know how i feel right.she only cares for nata.she only loves nata.she only understands how nata feels.will she ever understand my feelings???haha.even i know that the answer 2 that question is 'no' lol.haix.how i wish that i could turn back time &amp; start my primary six year all over again.at least that way i wouldn't have 2 meet peiling right???there is simply no ans 2 all of my problems is there...except cutting lahh...haix.there's like always this smile hiding all my fears &amp;amp; worries.why can't any1 ever understand how i feel?!haix.life sucks completely.now its like hilary keeps on licking april's ass lol.so sickenin.haii.will any1 ever understand how i really feel?! no right!!!haix.i got nothin to say already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt; if (!chatterbox  chatterbox != 'ok') {&lt;br /&gt;document.write('This &lt;a href="http://chatter.flooble.com/"&gt;flooble chatterbox&lt;/a&gt; is');&lt;br /&gt;document.write(' temporarily unavailable. 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You don't like&lt;br /&gt;to ask friends for help, but they know you&lt;br /&gt;sometimes need some support. (Everyone does!)&lt;br /&gt;So ask them for help when little stressballs&lt;br /&gt;hit. They won't be freaked---they'll be&lt;br /&gt;flattered that you need them. Say, ''I'm not&lt;br /&gt;sure what to do about...'' and you'll get&lt;br /&gt;insight you would have missed if you hadn't&lt;br /&gt;asked. Would YOU PLEASE rate my quiz? YOU don't&lt;br /&gt;have to or anything but i'd so apreciate it if&lt;br /&gt;YOU would! Thank you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/&lt;a%20href="&gt;Are'&gt;http://quizilla.com/users/SweetRebel/quizzes/Are%20YOU%20a%20GOOD%20FRIEND%3F%20For%20FEMALES%20ONLY%20PLEASE!/"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; YOU a GOOD FRIEND? For FEMALES ONLY PLEASE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109023474376952702?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109023474376952702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109023474376952702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109023474376952702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109023474376952702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/07/sensible-friend-your-friends-line-up.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109023173085105828</id><published>2004-07-19T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T18:08:50.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyya.just came bk frm sch.weiting's mummy treated mi &amp;amp; nata just nw.so yummy.hahah.btw weiting if ur readin dis nw tell ur mum thanx 4 mi kkaeez.hahaha.i've been laughin pretty much d whole dae so pardon me eh.hahaha.nata's bdae cumin soon.i've gt a perfect plan wat 2 do.hope tt i cn accomplish it lol.if i do bet she'll be realli surprised.hahaha.let mi change d topic i wouldn't wanna give it away.hahaha.let mi give an update on peiling.2dae she came &amp;amp; gave mi dis letter.dis was wat it said....i dun realli tink tt yoo treat mi lyke a mei lol.i cn see tt yoo lyke leanne them more mar.yoo see if natasha dem adopt me leanne &amp;amp; heather will be angry.if yoo adopt leanne i eill be jealous lol...eArTh 2 pEiLiNg!!!!!!!!!!hw mani times must i explain it 2 yoo.i do treat yoo like mi mei &amp;amp; when i said tt i wanted 2 adopt leanne i was just jokin man.i explain 2 yoo so mani timesa leh.get it clear mi dear.dun anihw tink as i already said yoo mean d wOrLd 2 mi &amp;amp; i so mean it man!sumtimes ar...haix.i had a big fight with tt gal &amp;amp; i hav a gut feelin tt she's still angry.haix.dun lyke tt leh.haix.aniwayz i g2g leh.byebyez.takkaire &amp;amp; love ya peeps!muahx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109023173085105828?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109023173085105828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109023173085105828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109023173085105828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109023173085105828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/07/heyya.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109014724158517475</id><published>2004-07-18T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:40:41.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i cool or uncool?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#dcfafa" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="250px"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cool/cool-test.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 12pt; color:#dcfafa;"&gt;Am I cool or uncool? [CLICK]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="99%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 18pt; color: Black;"&gt;You are &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cool/supercool.php" style="text-decoration: none; color: black;"&gt;Super-Cool&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 11pt; color: Black;"&gt;Woah! Step back - the future's so bright for you it's blinding me! You are the coolest of the cool. Everyone looks up to you as the benchmark for being coooool. The fonze was your grandfather. Any cooler and you'd freeze! WOO it's chilly in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: #dcfafa;"&gt;Cool quizzes at Go-Quiz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109014724158517475?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109014724158517475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109014724158517475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109014724158517475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109014724158517475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/07/am-i-cool-or-uncool.html' title='am i cool or uncool?'/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7362788.post-109012688389511751</id><published>2004-07-18T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T13:01:32.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="heartsick" src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1078085833_sheartsick.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a heartsick soul! Youre the type of girl&lt;br /&gt;who always has a crush and is writing their&lt;br /&gt;name on all your books. You are a hopeless&lt;br /&gt;romantic. Waiting for that prince charming, you&lt;br /&gt;take love seriously, but still play any chance&lt;br /&gt;you get. You can have a lot if boys who are&lt;br /&gt;friends, but waiting for that perfect&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend. Sometimes you are discouraged&lt;br /&gt;because there are no sparks but even if the&lt;br /&gt;smallest thing happens, youre on Cloud 9.&amp;nbsp; You&lt;br /&gt;believe in true love and wait for it. Just dont&lt;br /&gt;be afraid to take a chance. Love is all about&lt;br /&gt;risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20SOUL%20do%20you%20posses%3F%20(For%20Girls%20only)%20Incredible%20Anime%20Pictures!/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Kind of SOUL do you posses? 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Your not quite focused and your quite the day dreamer. Your a bit odd and as many say " src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coolcatcatherine/1059512927_deringeyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your: Wondering eyes. Your not quite focused and&lt;br /&gt;your quite the day dreamer. Your a bit odd and&lt;br /&gt;as many say "Your head is in the&lt;br /&gt;clouds." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coolcatcatherine/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20eyes%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What type of eyes do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362788-109012664002114187?l=brokengerl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/feeds/109012664002114187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362788&amp;postID=109012664002114187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109012664002114187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362788/posts/default/109012664002114187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokengerl.blogspot.com/2004/07/your-wondering-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>my heart broke into a million pieces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723287828087759764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
