<?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-30271489</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:30:25.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you i will</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-4059628848667516595</id><published>2006-10-01T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:48:41.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1276%20copy.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1276%20copy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even though i have to spend it mugging my day away ); Its just so heart-wrenching isnt it?! But im going to hold on for a few more days because its all worth it. That ideal class, not getting my parents disappointed,again and more than anything, my satisfaction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this hiatus thing is going to last till fye ends, i hope. Maybe earlier, yknow those temptations. But well, my handphone is gone so it shouldn't be a problem there and i'll try limiting myself to spending an hour on the internet everyday instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, run along now. Go ahead and fall in love with another blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CBOX --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-4059628848667516595?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4059628848667516595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=4059628848667516595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4059628848667516595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4059628848667516595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-and-foremost-h-p-p-y-c-hi-l-d-r-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-5460457270501922053</id><published>2006-10-01T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:33:03.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" summary="cbox tagboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe id="cboxmain" style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ababab 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ababab 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ababab 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ababab 1px solid" name="cboxmain" marginwidth="2" marginheight="2" src="http://www2.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=1095144&amp;boxtag=4786&amp;amp;sec=main" frameborder="0" width="160" height="305"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe id="cboxform" style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ababab 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: #ababab 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ababab 1px solid" name="cboxform" marginwidth="2" marginheight="2" src="http://www2.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=1095144&amp;amp;boxtag=4786&amp;amp;sec=form" frameborder="0" width="160" scrolling="no" height="75"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-5460457270501922053?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5460457270501922053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=5460457270501922053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/5460457270501922053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/5460457270501922053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-2762224106066714238</id><published>2006-09-29T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:22:57.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trina ng shi ying, i'm here to blog for you since you blog for me a short one! i hope you're doing fine, i hope we really cheered you up today! remember we're always here for you no matter what okay?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/CIMG5447%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/CIMG5447%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknw i'll still win you at the end (; and the clique will always be there for you no matter what turkey size you are! and make sure to do the secret handshake when you see me next time okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'll let trina the turkey upload the rest. i'm lazy and off to do math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;gretchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-2762224106066714238?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2762224106066714238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=2762224106066714238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/2762224106066714238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/2762224106066714238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/trina-ng-shi-ying-im-here-to-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-2481647604902828999</id><published>2006-09-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:25:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Watch Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/CIMG5449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/CIMG5449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/CIMG5453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/CIMG5453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the board out! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/CIMG5436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/CIMG5436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/CIMG5450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/CIMG5450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique!&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like this photo because my ___ looks big(:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! Im not proud to say that my handphone has once again been confiscated by my dad. Damnit. I've come up with a conclusion which is that i can never keep my handphone with me for more than 2 months! Its either i cannot abide by the rules that my dad set or he's just too strict with how i handle my phone. Guess its more on me not being able to abide by the rules because its just too strict, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im expected to turn off my handphone by 7pm for goodness sake :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so there's this cold war between my parents and I. Well, sort off. I just can't face the fact that my handphone keeps getting confiscated for the silliest reasons. URRRRGGGGH! &gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was an amazingly great day at school all thanks to the clique! It's watch day! Hahaha. And, surprisingly we took quite a number of photos. Oh, and during CS, Gretchen and I started fiddling around with "audacity". Changed the pitch of the song till real low and the voice sounded like some kind of monster. When you hear it, you'll have this immediate reaction of taking out your earpiece,trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen/Jane/Grace/Felicia/Amanda/Sujean and I went to Subway to eat/lunch. Wonderful atmosphere over there. Better than esplanade library i must say. Spacious and peaceful. The video we took was just hilarious. Grace and Amanda as the narrator, what can you expect manzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/miss%20pat%20tan%20wedding%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/miss%20pat%20tan%20wedding%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMADEA NG JIEXING! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this photo is old! But its the only one i can find of you. Geez, proves how much we don't take photos together. Haha. Anyway, you don't continue growing okay! If not im going to have to wear extreme high heels to talk to you in the future. That would be terrible eh. So yeah, stop growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, have a fun birthday yeah (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-2481647604902828999?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2481647604902828999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=2481647604902828999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/2481647604902828999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/2481647604902828999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/watch-day-d-check-board-out-p-anyhow-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-7213405059472977941</id><published>2006-09-28T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:46:35.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hey handsome" says HE, "hey sexy" says HER; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, im stuck with ART. It can totally deprive me of all my mugging and free time. At least i still could swim today. Wasn't as many laps as the previous days because i only had 30 mins this time round. Tsk :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was intensive today. Teacher just kept teaching and teaching AND teaching. I think half of the time my mind was drifting somewhere else, as usual. We were let out late because of that and thus had to arrive at Island Creamery late resulting in us not being able to get a table :/ Even Macs was packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for Coronation Plaza instead and i saw Zhixuan on the way, with someone eh ;D Haha. Yeah, but he was like daao? So i got to be dao too. No his, just wave. Interesting cousin to cousin thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Coronation Plaza: The place where stalkers come alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Golden Rooster! Mmhmm, haven't been eating there. But i couldn't eat anything fried or whatsoever so Gretchen had to suffer with me since we were sharing. Heh. We were supposed to study there but i guess it failed, badly. We ended up laughing our asses off while talking to dear Sujean. Even those HCJC guys who were sitting behind us laughed alright! It was seriously funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 3 boyfriends. Introducing, Dick,Harry and Jack! Thus, I've got one who is hot, one who is cool and one who is just medium. Ain't it just coolzxz?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so the conversation with Sujean started to get real horny and stuff. Until when the guys left, one of them who had his friend help him carry his bag said," thank you, BABY!" Geez, we're such great influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going down the escalator when suddenly we heard this guy who shouted out "Handsome" to us. Since we were in a 'high' mood then, we decided to like yknow, play along? Who knows, this whole group of guys followed us all the way to the bus-stop manzx! D: And while we were walking up the overhead-bridge, they were sticking so close behind Jane and Grace. Yes, i mean close, means REAL close. Furthermore, while we were at the busstop, Grace was leaning against the so called pillar thingy when this guy just popped his head in between. That would mean, his head and grace's head are freaking close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane/Grace and Gretchen intended to leave me alone at the busstop with those guys since they were able to board any bus. Too bad i held on to Grace's tablet. Phew. The bus came, thought we could get away from them but no, they took the same bus as us too! Hahaha! I found out that they know stuff about me. Like my email add?!My name?! Me having a twin?! I haven't even met them before for goodness sake! Let's just say im famous ! :DDD Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, THANK YOU Grace for helping me do my zuowen. Saved me alot! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Ee is so dead by the way. Like, really, seriously, dead. Pffftsss :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-7213405059472977941?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7213405059472977941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=7213405059472977941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7213405059472977941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7213405059472977941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-handsome-says-he-hey-sexy-says-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-6202068125933720821</id><published>2006-09-27T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T18:05:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really sickening! My dad just bought a new phone and he said that he was going to give it to my mum! But i love that phone! Its that 3G one, ya know. The one that your push upwards?! YEAH. And it can freaking contain so many songs and i really need that kind of phone considering the fact that i dont have a mp3 player &gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, tania's phone can already contain so many songs and pictures and blah blah blah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, so i told my dad if my mum wants that phone then i'll take her present one! So that i can have the same phone as Gretchen. But no, he said that he wants to sell her present one and he doesnt want to sell mine because mine is just a few days old! But when my mum gave me my new phone, i asked her if she wanted to exchange it with me and she said she doesnt want to. So, i told her to get me one that i can contain alot of songs in next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHHH, I hope my mum loves her present phone so much that she doesnt want it and that my dad would realize how much i want that phone. YES, I WANT IT ALOT ALOT ALOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-6202068125933720821?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6202068125933720821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=6202068125933720821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/6202068125933720821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/6202068125933720821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/urgh-this-is-really-sickening-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-3572695517108973118</id><published>2006-09-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:41:37.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dancing in the moonlight;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWDY HO!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried learning how to play White Houses-vanessa carlton on the piano but to no avail. Maybe i did manage to play the first part but then the second part was screwed up. It was just hard. I mean, im learning it from the internet for goodness sake. Dear Gretchen is learning too! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a really unexpected phonecall which made my day, totally! And i was just thinking of him a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CME examination was just a waste of time. Its like the school just wanting us to stay back in school a little longer and we got scolded too because of some miscommunication with the teachers. Ah, I shant elaborate then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my yingyonwen already. Woots. Finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-3572695517108973118?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3572695517108973118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=3572695517108973118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3572695517108973118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3572695517108973118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/dancing-in-moonlight-howdy-ho-i-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-205494394681292591</id><published>2006-09-26T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:26:27.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>101th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trina has blogged 100 post in this website. it's official! i saw her dashboard. 100 post before this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turkey happily posted at my xanga today with pictures because she had nothing better to do in class besides sleeping during math. but since i have a yingyongwen  to rush and science to study i shall be nice to her and not post her unglam shots over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, trina turkey is dying of boredom.-HINTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she claims i'm fat and that she is skinny cause i borrowed her shorts.  aiyar trina, just admit it. i'm slim alright! didn't you just tried to compare with me today!&lt;br /&gt;alright,  i'll let her blog the rest of her day to you then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-205494394681292591?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/205494394681292591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=205494394681292591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/205494394681292591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/205494394681292591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-telling-you-trina-is-getting-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-1029040692223763815</id><published>2006-09-25T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:37:10.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Balancing equations;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home wireless is screwing up after my brother connected it to the xbox. Darn. Now i just have to resort to tapping onto other people's wireless. Desperate time calls for desperate measures(: Yeah, im desperate to blog because im elated! Overwhelmed with euphoria! HADY WON ALRIGHT! Okay, enough. If i go any further with this excitement, my parents might think im queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serious talk that i was supposed to have with Gretchen ended up with me trying to extort from her what kind of guy she fancies. And she does have a point in her post, for once ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got a long way to go and i don't believe in secondary school dating and all that yadadadada. I'm only 14, not 16, not 24, not 30. I still have a very long way to go! I have not even seen 1/4 of the world! How would you know which one is the right one for you anyway? How would you know this isn't just some mindless infaturation and the only reason why you think you're falling madly in love with someone may be because you're simply a romantic. You love the feeling of chasing someone or being chased and when you get your hands on it, you realise you've fallen for someone else you've just met and so on. Or worst just to show off to your friends that you're hot enough to get the attention of a male spieces. Why spoil the special moment with someone you know you're going to break up in a few months?  "One of those irrational crushes that ambush the very young" -tony parsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore those silly ideas of mine shall end here! xD Come to think of it, that wanting to get a bf thing is just downright lame :/ I must be out of my mind at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Esplanade to study with Grethchen/Tania. Coincidentally, i saw Chinhao at the Mrt station but i was rushing to catch the train thus there wasn't a proper hi. And i saw Louisa, AGAIN, with her boyfriend. Hahaha. It was Gretchen who spotted her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not stay long in Esplanade because it was waayyy crowded there. The cafe ran out of seats, there wasn't anymore tables and chair apart from the ones at the side which isn't really comfortable considering the fact that the table is like tall? And the chair is well, short. Studied at Subway instead which honestly had a much better environment. Im proud to say that i guided them to Subway all the way from the library! :DDD I see i've improved in my sense of direction huh. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on my everyday swimming plan today. Gym on sunday! But my maid is hilarious, she started whining that she's aching all over after a few laps (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, im going to post this long story that is going to make my post seem really long but i don't reall give a heck because the story is simply sweet &lt;3 KEEP THE FAITH GOING YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, the Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROF: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;PROF: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Sure.&lt;br /&gt;PROF: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;PROF: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?(Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;PROF: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROF : Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROF : Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : From...God...&lt;br /&gt;PROF : That's right. Tell me son, is there evil inthis world?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROF : Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything.Correct?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;PROF : So who created evil?(Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;PROF : Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All theseterrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;PROF: So, who created them?(Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;PROF: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observethe world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;PROF: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : No, sir.PROF: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God?Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;PROF:Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;PROF: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol,science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;PROF: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;PROF: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;PROF: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : No sir. There isn't.(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat,mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is noheat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thingas cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat.We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing asdarkness?&lt;br /&gt;PROF : Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light,flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you havenothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn'tyou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROF: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;PROF: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor.Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROF: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes,of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor,are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so.So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable,demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir.With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROF: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : That is it sir... The link between man &amp; god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-1029040692223763815?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1029040692223763815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=1029040692223763815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1029040692223763815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1029040692223763815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/balancing-equations-my-home-wireless-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-7148237189104670776</id><published>2006-09-24T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:49:23.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's why i love chatting with Gretchen so much (:&lt;br /&gt;She simply cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trina says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i wanna try getting a bf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trina says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gretchen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eh i have to go now! my supper is hereeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gretchen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gretchen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ARE YOU SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trina says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trina says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gretchen says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'LL HAVE A SERIOUS TALK TO YOU ABT IT TMR WITH YOU YOUNG LADY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how she uses words like "serious talk" and "young lady". Like, she would ever be serious with me! ;D Hehehe. Kidding! &amp;amp; her so called blonde jokes on how a blonde can trip over a cordless phone. Hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-7148237189104670776?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7148237189104670776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=7148237189104670776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7148237189104670776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7148237189104670776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/thats-why-i-love-chatting-with-gretchen.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-8701701401159460302</id><published>2006-09-24T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:25:17.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or could it be,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out of sight, out of mind;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your little jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you always give in to me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss relating you to horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{edited}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-8701701401159460302?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8701701401159460302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=8701701401159460302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/8701701401159460302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/8701701401159460302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-5970606926263417341</id><published>2006-09-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:33:41.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{edited}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELISSA! :DDD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half of this post will be specially,exclusively, making-people-jealous-ly dedicated to Melissa Tay for being so hot and amazing, especially for being so special today. It isn't because today's her special day that i have came around to write all these about her, because this is a bona fide entry based on the time spent with her, the observations, and he ratiocination of that :D So fret not cause my very words are truer than your existence. Melissa is a chronic egocentric person, hahaha. (What a way to start it right :D ) She proclaims to the whole world that she's talll, and she likes to praise herself ALOT (under the influence of, or influencing linda aryani). But maybe that's what makes her different,unique in her own humorous way (aren't we all? :D). And no doubt, despite her egomaniacal behaviour, we all love her SO MUCH! ((: She IS, in fact, very tall! She's the tallest in the whole clique, apprently! And all of us just got to agree that she's got such a sexy body x) She cracks kickasslame and goofy jokes that laughs at herself but in my opinion, that's so cool lah! It's an ability, it's a talent :D She has the qualities and potential to be someone's graven image, a desire, fetish even! She takes up funky stuff like tennis and dance! And she manages her studies well. A dudette aye? She studies hard enough, but play hard when the time's right! Most importantly, she's part of the coolest, prettiest, funnest clique ever! xD We all love melissa YEAH? And they all go "Yeaaahhhhhh....." :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Grace speaks it all [: ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah! She must be on cloud nine now! And Grace I hope you're feeling MUCH better. Drink more water as your mother says it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done with English exam and there's still so many more to go. I can't wait -.- Well, at least it was manageable. Heh, and thanks Chinhao for your ever so encouraging words and your so called prelim experience (?) Plus the FamousAmos cookies that i could get hold of so easily. I'll be waiting for that biggie softtoy, that beanie bean chair thingy or perhaps shades from LV? Or at least something from Guess? Haha. Im so sorry if i deprived you of your KFC meal or anything else that you were craving to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we went to my dad's restaurant to have lunch before heading down to town to get Mel's present! I hope you love that shirt that we took eons to decide on. Haha. But it was nice shopping around especially at NewUrbanMale with those cool shirts they have there(; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum changed my phone plan so that i can have free incoming all day long and she even got me caller ID. Something that i have been yearning for for ages! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, today is a happy day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psst, AMANDA, Pictures! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-5970606926263417341?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5970606926263417341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=5970606926263417341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/5970606926263417341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/5970606926263417341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-melissa-ddd-half-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-1188502205447794586</id><published>2006-09-21T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:45:00.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAWN! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for this late shoutout! Haha. You're legal now dude. Well, somewhat. And its funny how we're all connected with friends here and there. I find it really amusing. Heh, but yeah. I already said all that i wanted to say in my sms to you. I actually wanted to send it to you at 12 yesterday? But i kinda knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its the first time i actually bothered to study for English paper. Man, this is so stressing. Im really freaking out for streaming. Damnit. Like,even english could turn me upside down. I feel like breaking down, badly. I dunno, but its just THAT feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i havent been using my pillow-stress relieving method for quite some time huh. Time to put it to good use&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-1188502205447794586?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1188502205447794586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=1188502205447794586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1188502205447794586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1188502205447794586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-shawn-im-sorry-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-4597509479710908361</id><published>2006-09-21T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:49:41.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently, things were all going wrong for me today. That is why you should always pack your bag before turning it. I just dozed off while using my laptop yesterday leaving my lights and everything still on, having to need my brother to come in and turn it off for me cause tania was busy sleeping too (: My brother is really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to things not going well for me. The bus came extremely late today though i was early. And we had silent reading today so we had to bring our storybooks down for assembly. However, since i was late, i wasn't able to take my book from class. When you dont have a book for silent reading, you get a demerit. I cannot afford anymore of those :/ Guess what? I had a brilliant idea! :D Hid in the toilet throughout the whole silent reading period and some talk that our principal was giving. Man, was it long. But at least i had my handphone with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then DnT. I practically forgot to bring everything for that subject. Fortunately, we only had to do colouring. Yeah, pulled throught that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese! Once again, i forgot to bring my corrections for the zuowen that we were supposed to hand up today. Furthermore, we had to write another zuowen today in class which was greatly dreaded. I was having cramps too and we were going to have lit mass lecture and that made me feel really annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, but i did not turn up for lit mass in the end. Because i also forgot to bring my tablet to school! &gt;:( See, i told you so. Everything was going wrong for me. Im happy i am back home now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry gretchen, i backed out last minute in going to Esplanade to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-4597509479710908361?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4597509479710908361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=4597509479710908361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4597509479710908361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4597509479710908361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/apparently-things-were-all-going-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-232033156376980199</id><published>2006-09-20T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:49:45.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've never missed you this much, never thought i would; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH IS MY BOYFRIEND, for now at least [: I need t score REALLY,really well to ensure at least a 65% average for science and math so that i can get into at least a pure science class. I love math, truly. Its my life. Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Esplanade to study with gretchen/chinhao/tania. Technically, Chinhao wasn't really studying, he was teaching us most of the time. Well, thank you ;D Haven't been there for quite some time already. And the tables arrangement changed ): Gretchen and I spent 5 bucks just to get a table at the cafe! Haha. Muffin and coke(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinhao thinks that i cannot get to the MRT station from the library    &gt;:( What an ass. But i proved him wrong! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to mug,MUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-232033156376980199?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/232033156376980199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=232033156376980199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/232033156376980199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/232033156376980199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-never-missed-you-this-much-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-3317116924949757455</id><published>2006-09-19T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:02:38.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is definetely a wrong perspective on winnie the pooh and his many friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Winnie the Pooh and his cohorts are a terrible influence on kids everywhere. Mr. Pooh demonstrates a severe lack of table manners, and show that it's perfectly ok ( and maybe even cute) to completely lose control over your fat/muscle ratio. He indulges in food, and sounds like he's on helium. Tigger, though athletic, is hyperactive, and Eeyore has basically spawned the emo revolution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this cannot be so. Pooh does not sound like he is on helium. But i think, Bugs Bunny does (sorry sujean). Andand, Pooh has complete control over his ratio of fats and muscles. He exercises everyday! Ya know" turn around, touch the ground...." That lovely dovey song that he sings while exercising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh is ADORABLE, A MODEL TO ALL CHILDREN OUT THERE IN BEING POLITE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, enough about Pooh for now. Im seriously dead, though i hope i will not be. I found out that my handphone plan only has free incoming from 7am-7pm. But i have been talking away on the phone for hours, mostly after 7pm. Damn. What now? To top it off, Chinhao just told me that i talked to him on the phone for 3 hours+ yesterday night. Oh maan. Geez, heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i feel accomplished today anyhow ;D Printed out all my different subjects notes and sorted them out into files and stuff. Now, its so much easier to revise. Also, i've brought back all my books that i left under my table! Oh, and plan to study today failed, again. The bed is just too tempting man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im feeling kinda scared now. My grandpa got admitted into the hospital. I hop everything is fine (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-3317116924949757455?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3317116924949757455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=3317116924949757455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3317116924949757455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3317116924949757455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-definetely-wrong-perspective-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-4440933855251068537</id><published>2006-09-18T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:31:33.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/TURKEY%20UNITE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/TURKEY%20UNITE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; EVERYONE BE A TURKEY TODAY IN JUST A FEW SIMPLE STEPS (:&lt;br /&gt;First, change your nickname to "turkey" and then change your personal nick to "come on be a turkey today". Oh, and then change your dp into a turkey picture ;D Simple? Yeaah man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/anti-turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;However, we cannot support anti-turks. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, raining! Woots. I simply love the rain. Such joy. We played in the rain too, in school! Hahaha. Oh, and i think im going to fail my science test ): I dont know how to draw the ray diagrams and all the crap :/ Last test you know! Pfftss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got a clique blog (: NAMELESS. Oleoleole! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/untitled%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/untitled%203.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/Copy%20of%20untitled%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/Copy%20of%20untitled%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/untitled.1.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The different stages of MR. MOKCHINHAO (:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, hilarious. -PINCH CHEEEKS! Damn cute pleaasee. Look at his eyes maan. My oh my. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-4440933855251068537?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4440933855251068537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=4440933855251068537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4440933855251068537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4440933855251068537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/everyone-be-turkey-today-in-just-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-127530971704348445</id><published>2006-09-17T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:12:50.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, my mozilla is  screwed, real screwed. Everytime a page has an image, it cannot be viewed. What the heck. Also, this whole mozilla thing is getting slower ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is good anyway (: It rained, again! Woots. And, dad just got us a new xbox. But the game he bought was not really my kind. Heh, i prefer those that involves car racing! ;D Arwin, on the other hand, loves it. Well, its kinda funny watching him play it because the attacks of the creatues in it are really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to mugging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-127530971704348445?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/127530971704348445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=127530971704348445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/127530971704348445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/127530971704348445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/ah-my-mozilla-is-screwed-real-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-7297871262686752526</id><published>2006-09-16T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:55:28.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for Youth Science Conference at Ngee Ann Poly today (: Wasn't as bad as i thought, apart from the addressing speeches and the prize ceremony. You know people who attend this are those who aspires to be a scientist in the future. So yeaah, Dr. Trina Ng. Oh man, it sounds so right. Im destined to be a scientist. Uh-huh, no doubt. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Shimin there! No surprise. My geeky,nerdy, ever so studious cousin. Kidding! :p Oh, but the projects that they showcase at the exhibition are kinda interesting,actually. The bio part and surprisingly physics. Yeah, and my school's teacher in charge just had to come over to the place we were at and requested this RI guy who was in charged of the project to further explain it to us. It was pretty embarrassing because i did not really have any questions for him but i still had to ask him a few AND gretchen/feli and sujean all stood behind!&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently,the reason why my teacher asked him to explain it to us was because HE found him good-looking. Geeez! And after the RI guy finished explaining, he asked me a little about that project but i wasnt really able to explain. So he said i must be looking and not hearing. You know, looking :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshi for lunch with gretchen/sujea/feli. It was the first time i did not want to go back home so early and instead they had to go back home. However, GRETCHEN CHIA WANLING just sms me and told me that her piano lessons are cancelled! &gt;:(((( So, now she is stuck at home and I am stuck at home. Pffftss :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im elated now because i passed my math test! REJOICE! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, im going to do math. Update later [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-7297871262686752526?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7297871262686752526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=7297871262686752526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7297871262686752526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7297871262686752526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/went-for-youth-science-conference-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-6680884711435059109</id><published>2006-09-15T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:33:36.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I've just watched Extreme Makeover and its so heartwarming! &lt;3 You know when you see their reactions you feel so touched till you cry. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATDOG is being shown on nick now! asldjalksdjaslkjdlajs! I havent seen that show since i was in primary school! I remember watching it everyday before i go to school, since i was in the afternoon session back when i was in raffles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-6680884711435059109?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6680884711435059109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=6680884711435059109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/6680884711435059109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/6680884711435059109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/man-ive-just-watched-extreme-makeover.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-5139111825557928024</id><published>2006-09-15T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:15:49.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/neos.%200001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/neos.%200001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got back our class photo :D -jumpsjumps! Okay, this is the informal one anyway. I'll post up the formal one later, perhaps. Hahaha. The formal one kinda sucked. But well, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to rush for the shower today in school! Because michelle and michellina wanted to bathe too! Its so nice to bathe after running and then feel so refresh, plus the weather today rocks big time. Gloomy,gloomy [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Orchard to meet my mum for dinner, Swensens. We had to queue freaking long for one table that was cramped up.  And i hate it this way especially when my siblings were making so much noise and i guess i was having a little mood swing then. So, i was in the im not going to smile kinda mood. Saw kenneth there (: He came over to say hi but i just stared at him, leaving tania and my mum to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i love walking alone around the toy session in Taka ;D I donno why, but it makes me happy. You know those toys that shakes their head under solar? I can just keep staring at it and giggle all out a sudden. Furthermore, its pooh! Its so freaking cute! Andand, those biggie softtoys? Oh.My.Gosh! I waant! Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-5139111825557928024?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5139111825557928024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=5139111825557928024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/5139111825557928024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/5139111825557928024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/weve-got-back-our-class-photo-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-1284297441919272174</id><published>2006-09-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:19:57.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE THE PINS AT KEPPEL CLUB NOW! :D&lt;br /&gt;No need to spare one and you still can easily hit at least 170+ average. Hahaha. Had this little fun competition (: 4 VS 4. And the groups were arranged from drawing lots. Wenhan is cursed. Whoever bowls with him always seem to be bowling with the losing team :P Ben's hyperactive today. From the time he step into the club all the way till 10 plus, he's been talking non stop and screaming like whoooa! OH MAN. It was crazy okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna and Jessica twinnie sent us home (: They're fans of hillsongs! Woots! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i teared today when i heard that my dad went overseas. Like, what the heck. I did not even know that he was leaving today until my maid told me in the afternoon. Never give him a hug ): Oh weell. I sent him a sms [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiong art ahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-1284297441919272174?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1284297441919272174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=1284297441919272174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1284297441919272174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1284297441919272174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-pins-at-keppel-club-now-d-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-475314233605525965</id><published>2006-09-13T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:35:28.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im really proud of myself now [: I volunteered to lend my youngest sister my handphone, for the night. Heee. But at least i did lend it to her if not she would have to go for learning lab handphone-less which would make it hard for her to contact my dad. Aint i sweet? Say "awww" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE lesson was amazing today! We played floorball and peilin was being horny. You know, baaaallss (: And mr samat happened to saw her placing the balls at that location. Geeez &gt;&lt;  Oh, i mugged today! But i slept halfway through. Urggh! It was like, " okay, im going to just close my eyes for awhile" then, poof, i slept for about 2 hours. Damn, i dont think i am going to complete art today. Ahhh. I'll see how it goes.  Art kills.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis court soundtrack-daphne loves derby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where have you been&lt;br /&gt;ive been waiting so long to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;and all the things that we said we would do&lt;br /&gt;remains to be plans of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been, we've been too quiet for too long&lt;br /&gt;where is, where is the hope we once had?&lt;br /&gt;it's too late to be saved by your charm&lt;br /&gt;we'll never get this right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your words are cold&lt;br /&gt;and the season is too&lt;br /&gt;the comfort in your voice is gone&lt;br /&gt;don't keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;i'm better off all alone&lt;br /&gt;we've lost everything that i loved&lt;br /&gt;so is it worth this time&lt;br /&gt;am i done in your mind&lt;br /&gt;will i regret once youre gone&lt;br /&gt;why did i ever think that&lt;br /&gt;we would, we would be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been, we've been too quiet for too long&lt;br /&gt;(be good)&lt;br /&gt;where is, where is the hope we once had?&lt;br /&gt;(be good)&lt;br /&gt;it's too late to be saved by your charm&lt;br /&gt;(be good)&lt;br /&gt;we'll never get this right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i even tried&lt;br /&gt;i was a fool to have hope in you&lt;br /&gt;in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Tags}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah:&lt;/span&gt; Helloo! Yeaah!&lt;br /&gt;And i dont see you around in school either.&lt;br /&gt;Betcha miss me(:&lt;br /&gt;Heee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gretchen:&lt;/span&gt; Hah, okie dokie.&lt;br /&gt;I think im going to find another link,&lt;br /&gt;since you says that link is very vulnerable to being caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amanda quek:&lt;/span&gt; Hah, im better than you okay!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i think aq is damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joel loi:&lt;/span&gt; nope. stand is the title.&lt;br /&gt;its by rascal flatts.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and thaaank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anon:&lt;/span&gt; hahha.&lt;br /&gt;um,&lt;br /&gt;gone so yong- amber pacific&lt;br /&gt;promise-matchbook romance&lt;br /&gt;stand-rascal flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-475314233605525965?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/475314233605525965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=475314233605525965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/475314233605525965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/475314233605525965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-really-proud-of-myself-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-1605778025990588630</id><published>2006-09-12T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:39:52.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crazy things;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;( )smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) done weed&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) drank alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of a parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone out on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on an older person&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(x) seen someone/something die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(x) had/have a crush on one of your friendster friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) thrown up from drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;(x) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone BECAUSE of myspace&lt;br /&gt;( ) been mosh pitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken pain killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love/like someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;( ) sed a fake/someone else's ID&lt;br /&gt;(x)watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) killed a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) been robbed/vandalized&lt;br /&gt;( ) robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;( ) pat a reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;(x) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;( ) had detention&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a car/motorcycle accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;( ) had/have braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(x) hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;( ) pole danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to the opposite side of the world&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt like you were dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) recently coloured with crayons/colored/pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level8&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Clause&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set with someone you care/cared about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;( ) have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone roller skating/ blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) humped a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) screamed "penis" at a football game.&lt;br /&gt;( ) swimming with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;(x) got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/ice cube&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sexes clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x) can do a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;( ) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) had/been in a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;( ) believe in ghosts (i donno man )&lt;br /&gt;( ) have/had more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 out of 125 crazy things (:&lt;br /&gt;fyi, today's post is at the bottom.&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/30271489-1605778025990588630?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1605778025990588630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=1605778025990588630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1605778025990588630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1605778025990588630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/crazy-things-level-1-smoked-cigarette.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-7294337701048567897</id><published>2006-09-12T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:55:55.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Written on the Body, Jeanette Winterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid. It is not conservationist game. It is a big game hunter and you are the game. A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep changing? I shall call myself Alive and play croquet with the flamingoes. In Wonderland everyone cheats and love is Wonderland isn't it? Love makes the world go round. Love is blind. All you need is love. Nobody ever died of a broken heart. You'll get over it. It'll be different when we're married. Think of the children. Time's a great healer. Still waiting for Mr Right? Miss Right? And maybe all the little Rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the cliches that cause the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda/Feli/Jane/Sujean/Grace and I stayed back after school to play "murderer" (: I haven't played that for eons. Aye, it helps us to relax since this week is packed with all kinds of tests and the examinations are just around the corner. Which means we're going to get streamed soon which ALSO means we're going to... ))':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no determination to refrain myself from the internet world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to&lt;br /&gt;mug,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mug,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-7294337701048567897?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7294337701048567897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=7294337701048567897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7294337701048567897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7294337701048567897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/written-on-body-jeanette-winterson-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-7570355994696944640</id><published>2006-09-11T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:23:32.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's tingxie tomorrow! )): I have Linghui as my saviour because i forgot to bring my shou ce home and she is helping me type all the words out :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all thanks to Chinhao, i can sign in to msnlive already! Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DETIALS FOR DRAMA TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assemble outside General Office by 1:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;Ensure that you bring along your props and costumes (if there is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-7570355994696944640?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7570355994696944640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=7570355994696944640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7570355994696944640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7570355994696944640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-tingxie-tomorrow-i-have-linghui.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-5447163313372789276</id><published>2006-09-11T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:01:19.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Msn is screwing up on me now. Bad timing. I need t get online and ask people all about my overdued homeworks! And i just read from Gretchen's blog that there is tingxie? Oh my gosh! -Gasp =X No way man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, first day of school was pretty fine. Kinda stressed up though. Hahaha. It shouldn't be this way if i had completed all my homework.But being me, such a procrastinator. Oh well. At least i finished up literature! :D But im stuck with science theory now ): How to do!?! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was being really honest with Mr Keong today. Really, really honest. Im so proud of myself! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tuition today, Tania Ng ShiYi freaking went into the room and slept! What the heck man. She left me sitting there alone until my teacher had to ask me to go and check what tania is doing. Hahahaha. She's such a pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-5447163313372789276?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5447163313372789276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=5447163313372789276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/5447163313372789276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/5447163313372789276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/msn-is-screwing-up-on-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-3377636275375251413</id><published>2006-09-10T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:44:10.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Library sessions with nicole/boonhow/weiwei are funny! Boonhow can seriously stone and weiwei is full of crap! :D Hah, and when it comes to jacking, its a good thing i have nicole to back me up! Nehnehnibooboo! -Sticks out tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was well, not bad? Hahaha. Had karaoke, lucky draw etc. Lynn jie is freaking hilarious i tell you. Okay, she's about my mum's age but she acts like one of us. We couldn't say foul language because my mum was sitting with us at the table too. But then she really knows how to twist her words. Like, beach, bitch. Ya knoow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gale is such a naughty, bad girl. Tsktsk. She seems so demure and gentle and whatever. But in actual fact she's not. She throws wet tissue at innocent people and tries to break open cubicle doors when people are in it. Everyone, BEWARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Keppel produces twins :D Joanna and Jessica. Trina and Tania. Js and Ts. Eh, coool! Tania started fantasizing about how we two would be like when we grow older. Imagine, 2 ferrari. Red and yellow. Trina and Tania. Driving side by side. Long hair. Shades. Loud blasting music. Get the picture? Geez, steam man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, i simply hate the thought of having to go back to school tomorrow. So many unfinished homework and more runs to run :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziyang is such a weirdo! Heehee XD  He becomes high on the day before his prelims. Well, GOOD LUCK CRUSHIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-3377636275375251413?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3377636275375251413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=3377636275375251413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3377636275375251413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3377636275375251413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/library-sessions-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-1427692555287245135</id><published>2006-09-10T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T16:46:06.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woots, its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring, he went to bed and knock his head and couldn't wake up in the morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love nursery rhymes just as much as how i love gloomy weathers like this. It makes me feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Keppel and im going back there again for dinner. Mum wants me home to sleep? Hah. Graded masters killed me. Damn, i played like shit. Ah, shant elaborate. Tania got champion (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had water fight with ben/bjorn/boonhow/wenhan. It was crazy man. Especially when most of us did not have extra clothes and the guys had to stay to play men's open. Tania and Ben had the strongest fight. They ran after each other with dustbins filled with water alright! Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love standing at the terrace before it is going to rain. The wind, scenery, everything? Paradise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-1427692555287245135?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1427692555287245135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=1427692555287245135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1427692555287245135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1427692555287245135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/woots-its-raining-its-pouring-old-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-6995867415917993816</id><published>2006-09-09T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:24:38.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a splitting headache now. And i want to go straight to bed now but i can't because i have to bathe first and have to wait for my hair to dry before i can turn in. Plus, i dont like using the hairdryer because it makes my hair turn all fuzzy and stuff. Pfftss :/ Its driving me nuts i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth masters today and i got 3rd (: I must say, bowling with weiwei is pressurizing because he wants to aim for th top and he keeps getting all the strikes. Hey, its intimidating man. He claimed the 1st place in the end anyway. At least i still get money! -BEAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, and sorry joel i have to miss going to your church today. Which means you missing being able to have dinner with ME! Hahah. Your loss :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought us to Chatterbox to eat and i FINALLY got my newurbanmale discount card! (: I like it because its limegreen in colour and its from the clique. Lotsa love in it. Hee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graded masters in the early morning tomorrow. Damn, that sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-6995867415917993816?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6995867415917993816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=6995867415917993816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/6995867415917993816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/6995867415917993816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-splitting-headache-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-7481426743984459718</id><published>2006-09-08T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:10:40.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/untitledcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/untitledcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, i love to end off my day like having conversations with Jerome :D It'll not only allow you to feel much more confident about yourself but also ensure that you have a sugar,sugar dream because Jerome is such a sweet,sweet guy with honey,honey words to make people's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, having ego is not bad at all. At least you will come to know that people DO agree with what you think about yourself, just like my case! =pp Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masters tomorrow. Let me guess, im gonna own!&lt;br /&gt;Yahooo! Here comes my money source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst, having real high ego really helps alright! (:&lt;br /&gt;My bowling rocks, oh yes it does. It rocks people's socks and blah blah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-7481426743984459718?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7481426743984459718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=7481426743984459718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7481426743984459718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7481426743984459718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-see-i-love-to-end-off-my-day-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-257049193693284216</id><published>2006-09-08T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:07:33.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1199.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AMADEA NG HUI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hellooo little cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Im not quite sure if you would be reading this,&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been seeing you for quite some time huh.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you come over im always out.&lt;br /&gt;But well, you know you're missed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sooo sorry i cannot make it to you birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, just enjoy yourself today alright.&lt;br /&gt;May it be filled with,&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;balloons&lt;br /&gt;presents&lt;br /&gt;and all sorts of funny things you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, may ALL your wishes come true yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what they are...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you around dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/30271489-257049193693284216?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/257049193693284216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=257049193693284216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/257049193693284216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/257049193693284216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-amadea-ng-hui-hellooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-7607227556126024338</id><published>2006-09-07T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:33:42.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1846.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISTER MOK CHINHAO (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so sorry this shoutout came a little late.&lt;br /&gt;I did not really have the time but at least it came! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hah, and this was the best photo i could dig out from my picture library.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, your hair is not REALLY screwed,&lt;br /&gt;and, you're in my beautiful room! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you're one good confidant!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and late night accompany-er [:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah, im not surprised if your phone bill ever explodes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it already has!&lt;br /&gt;You're my fellow crapper too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're16 now man!&lt;br /&gt;You can legally step into all those NC16 shows or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;PFFFTSS.Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And mug hard for your O's alright! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/DSC00533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/DSC00533.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Played mix doubles with wenhan.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda good though.&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched The Italian Job with&lt;br /&gt;ben/bjorn/tania/wenhan until my mum came to nag at me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did those math papers my tuition teacher gave.&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to Uncle Li's house to have dinner&lt;br /&gt;5. Went back to Keppel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was hilarious man! He was obsessed with the Hard Gay actions!&lt;br /&gt;He even went to tell my parents to ask me to show them th videos.&lt;br /&gt;YOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he can shake too.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{EDITED}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-7607227556126024338?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7607227556126024338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=7607227556126024338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7607227556126024338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7607227556126024338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-mister-mok-chinhao-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-7699693126300534728</id><published>2006-09-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:52:51.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played single ladies beside gale! Tried maintaining my average but those splits cannot seem to stop coming &gt;:( Pffts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trios with ben/keita! :DD Hah, they're encouraging people. Well,at least we made it for 2nd place. Missed 1st by a few pins. But its okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tania played the 10;00 squad. So, wenhan/bjorn and I went to the last storey atthe gym block. The scenery there is fantastic i tell you. Especially in the night and it was high tide. You can see those lights coming from the boats from a distance and stuff. There were stars too! (: Nice eh. Decided to climb up the roof. Sadly, there was this security guard who came by and caught us. He actually wanted to call the police thinking we might be some thief of whatsoever. Geez! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to read (: Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-7699693126300534728?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7699693126300534728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=7699693126300534728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7699693126300534728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7699693126300534728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/played-single-ladies-beside-gale-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-3975937509977763962</id><published>2006-09-06T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:53:13.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tania is such a pig! She's still sleeping even at this hour. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-3975937509977763962?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3975937509977763962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=3975937509977763962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3975937509977763962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3975937509977763962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/hellooo-tania-is-such-pig-shes-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-2479135251792483691</id><published>2006-09-05T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:30:29.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1877.jpg%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1877.jpg%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1859.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1884.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1861.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 3rd time im blogging today. And im beginning to lose fedelity with my blogskin. Maybe i'll change it soon. That is if i can find a suitable one to replace th present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Ink Bar. Had some function to launch this range of watches. Mum got me one of those. Wooots! :D There was this live band there and i must say, they're good. Yeah, seriously. Made the whole atmosphere much livelier. I swear children my age are not meant to attend this kinda functions. People wore suits, gowns and diamonds that could blind you.  I only wore polo tee for goodness sake! I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally embarassed myself because when the singer came down from the stage, he randomly picked someone to sing a few words and i did not know the lyrics. I actually said i dunno.  Pfffts :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, th food there was good :pp Haha. Jane should be jealous of me! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have to get started with my holiday homeworks.  I can't wait -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-2479135251792483691?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2479135251792483691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=2479135251792483691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/2479135251792483691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/2479135251792483691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/band-dd-its-3rd-time-im-blogging-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-1079875509324302031</id><published>2006-09-05T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:30:38.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you expect from a shocked girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehnehnibooboo jane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whipcream attack! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20080.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GASP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20078.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black,white,Black,white :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRETCHEN! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEL! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manly eh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, ahhh. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BIG SLACKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/twins%20birthday%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/twins%20birthday%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Gretchen still has more, she's off to band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-1079875509324302031?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1079875509324302031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=1079875509324302031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1079875509324302031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1079875509324302031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-can-you-expect-from-shocked-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-8088555565050434253</id><published>2006-09-05T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:08:37.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deleted the previous post (: Well, i was feeling really crapped up last night after that lecture and i needed something to vent on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, the birthday wasn't meaningless at all huh. With all the surprises, birthday wishes, presents,  crashing in and best of all, the company. What was i thinking man! I seriously shouldn't let one unhappy thing upset my whole day. Its one of the most memorable birthday i've ever had! The surprise really did shock me. Hahah. So, A BIGGIE THANK YOU TO EVERYONE :D Im not good with words, but yeah, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honestly, the pool always seem to come in handy with bbq parties, always. Whether its just the thrill of being able to push someone in or water fights.  Even just laying there gazing at the sky makes it wonderful. It's been a long time since i've done that though. Water-bombing was love too and i DO NOT miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 more years to me being able to get into pool centres and watch Nc16 movies legally seems long! And me being 14 means im no longer a kid, kiddo :D Anyway, thaanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mass lectures are boring beyond words and its downright caustic because i cannot seem to concentrate especially when you're sitting right at the back of the hall where no one can see what you are doing. Gretchen and i almost slept through the whole lesson today which really wasn't the best idea because Ms A___ went around spot-checking while everyone was doing thier work and when she came to us, she just slam her hand on the table to wake us up. Hey, it was shocking alright! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Burger King with shyan/gretchen/tania. It started out really quiet though. " i feel that the whole world reads the same book as i do after i start reading a book" (or smthing like that) says a man sitting behind our table. Hahaha. Right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up later [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-8088555565050434253?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8088555565050434253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=8088555565050434253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/8088555565050434253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/8088555565050434253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/deleted-previous-post-well-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-3076876556996899999</id><published>2006-09-04T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:08:49.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TANIA,SHAUN,GARY,DOUGLAS AND ME! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We should take a photo together. Hhhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AMANDA GAVE ME A SURPRISE CALL AT 12:00 ON THE SPOT.  GEEZ, HOW SWEET! &lt;33 AND I WAS SCREAMING LIKE MAD CAUSE I WAS SO HAPPY. HER SISTER EVEN SANG ME A BIRTHDAY SONG!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENHAN TOO! AWWW. GOOD LUCK FOR HIS EXAMINATIONS TODAY ANYWAY! :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ONCE AGAIN THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO TRIED WISHING ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY ON THE SPOT! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-3076876556996899999?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3076876556996899999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=3076876556996899999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3076876556996899999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3076876556996899999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-taniashaungarydouglas.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-288125238858661789</id><published>2006-09-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:23:08.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im satisfied with my average for youth master qualifying round (: At least im the top few. Too bad weijie is going to drag me all the way down. He better not do that man if not im going to whack his ass HARD. Hahaha. I wouldnt want to bowl another 6 games and go through all the disappointment or whatsoever. Anyway, those games were filled with fouls AFTER i roll the ball.  @#$%$^&amp;*( Pffffffffffffttttttttttssssssssss :/ But my sparing improved, ALOT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, THANKS EVERYONE WHO HAS ALREADY WISHED ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY [: Im sooo sooo excited [:&lt;br /&gt;THANKS THOSE WERE COUNTING DOWN MY BIRTHDAY TOO! HAH, IM TOUCHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace just told me that school only ends at 3 tomorrow! What the heck! Its the holidays! Its TRINA'S birthday. Okay, Tania's too and many many others. But still...!  ):  Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Grethen, no, i dont want to call the double Js. They're not mine (: Hahaha. Yess man! More pictures of the hot and pretty and popular trina! Hehehe x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinhao, im not going to turn dao when i turn 14 (: Im still the same trina with higher maturity level! Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with clique tomorrow  ;D Wooooots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPPY TRINA IS GOING OFF! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In just a few more hours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-288125238858661789?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/288125238858661789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=288125238858661789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/288125238858661789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/288125238858661789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-satisfied-with-my-average-for-youth.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-7473337216128523499</id><published>2006-09-02T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T22:40:53.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw MSN! It keeps signing me out without any reason. Urgh! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play annual bowling championship again today (: Trios with gale and tania. Hah, but i kinda dragged the whole team down. Whats with my sparing nowadays man.  Im always seeing 9/- . That makes it worst because its only 1 pin and you cannot freaking spare it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gale and I were cleaning up my ball and she made a big mess! :D Hahah. The whole solution splashed out everywhere and everyone who was looking were laughing at us. Intended to play 10:oopm squad also but i had an extremely long day and gale couldnt take it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, keppel is really cool man. Its like if you want to enter this room you have to swipe your membership card if not you cannot enter. The only problem is that you have to keep taking out your membership card. And sometimes you make a fool out of yourself when you swipe it the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonadab eats too much sweet! (; Well, at least im his princess!  HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GALE FOR THE PRESENT AND THE CARD [: Plus the birthday treat XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-7473337216128523499?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7473337216128523499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=7473337216128523499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7473337216128523499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/7473337216128523499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/screw-msn-it-keeps-signing-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-2547607854152493250</id><published>2006-09-01T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:23:15.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im blessed with great friends and family (: Yeaaap! Im not saying this because clique got me this really expensive present for my birthday but because they stood by me when i was down and stuff and i really,really,really want to say THANK YOU! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, met wenhan,weiwei and bjorn at fish co which took tania and i ages to find because we were not familiar with suntec. Then Sujean started calling me asking me where i was and stuff. Okay, at that time, i kinda suspected something. The next thing, i saw clique walking past fish and co in that, we cannot be spotted by trina kinda way. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with them after much effort. Had to ask joel ee to call gretchen for me cause non of them wanted to pick up my call &gt;:( Hahaha, THANK YOU. Anyway,we went shopping around for the party stuff for the party (: And also for my present.  I totally tortured them while buying my present. Made them walk here and there because i couldnt make up my mind :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we went to buy the vcd for SILENT HILL so that they could come over to my house and watch. Was super afraid that we arent able to buy it since we were under 18. So, we sent the most "mature" looking ones to buy it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-2547607854152493250?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2547607854152493250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=2547607854152493250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/2547607854152493250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/2547607854152493250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-blessed-with-great-friends-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-4148783296580481861</id><published>2006-09-01T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:08:56.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/b50913677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/b50913677.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept much earlier than usual yesterday. Must have been because i was soo worn out. But yesterday was great apart from the fact that i was late for school once again despite how early i try to wake up. About 3/4 of my pocket-money must have been used on cabbing to school in the morning &gt;:( And, i wore the wrong shoes to school. Pffftssss :/ Was so scared that i would get booked. Couldnt afford any more demerits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had Aces Day but we did mass dance in the hall instead because it was raining. All we knew how to do was bounce during the dance. Hahaha.The steps were so hard to follow :P Teachers' day celebration was ooookaay. More than half of the perfomances were singing. Tania danced and some people even thought that it was me dancing up there! :PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haishien was supposed to come and meet me! But his school ended so late so i decided to leave for Nanyang first. Did not get to meet any teachers afterall ): But at least i got to see 6G and 6F people and some others. However, i only interacted with a few of them. JOANNE, BERNADINE, MAAAO, ZITA, SHINHUEY,SARAH PORR! :DDD Man, am i glad to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intended to walk back to Raffles with Bernadine but we ended up cabbing there instead[: Hahah. Once again, never did see any teachers. Well, at least i got to see MICHELLE, KIMERBERLY, AMADEA,CHARMAINE AND KRYSTLEE. Oh, and CHEEYING, SITING AND CLARA while we were about to cab to town. Siting was like mad when she saw us. She started screaming non stop XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the devil wears prada with kim and charmaine. Amadea and michelle wanted to be geeks so yeah they decided to skip the movie. We totally embarassed ourself after we bought the tickets i tell you. We went to buy popcorns and stuff even though our movie only starts in half an hour time. I mean like after you buy the tickets, you would naturally buy right? Right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ya know those sample phones you find in Starhub shops? They actually have lines for it phone! Meaning you can send messages to people and even receive it. Whoooa. Amazing huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we're piled up with work for the holidays. I dont even know what to start with :/  On top of that, we still have to return to school for makeup and enrichment lessons with our beloved math,science and history teacher which is by far pointless for history. Its all about work orientation i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, im late in meeting wenhan,bjorn and weiwei now. Shopping with clique later (: Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.&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/30271489-4148783296580481861?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4148783296580481861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=4148783296580481861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4148783296580481861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4148783296580481861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-teachers-day-and-i-wore-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-4587774968886782453</id><published>2006-08-30T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:23:05.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=37438070&amp;nopanel=true&amp;amp;ver=060721" quality="high" wmode="transparent" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="320" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=37438070"&gt;&lt;img alt="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/viewslideshow.php?instanceid=37438070"&gt;View&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/addfavorite.php?instanceid=37438070"&gt;Add Favorite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First and foremost, Melissa is a giraffe which relates to her being an ultimate stoner. Heard that? Stoner! Hahaha. Well, in actual fact, she's not one bit a stoner. You hear her voice going on and on most of the time :p And turkeys do not drink their own urine for goodness sake! Even if they are really thirsty, they do not resort to such means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so everything's over for common test. We've received our progress slip and i am trying to drop out on all the regrets and what ifs. Im going to look ahead, aim for the EOY. Its going to be tough work having to catch up on the many things that i have lose out the past few months. But still, i HAVE to do it if i want to get into the combination i want. Just hope that this determination of mine would not burn out so easily. It'll be devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, school was fantastic! ;D The tension of rushing out teacher's day presents. Typical 2S2ian style of living. Always having to do last minute work. But things always turn out well though. Guess we work better under pressure huh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to know that Miss Ong is not going to teach us any longer. Unknowingly, I've begun to grow attached to her in a way. It makes it even more sad when she,herself ,gave us a farewell gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adeus.  You'll be greatly missed ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace/Sujean/Amanda/Gretchen/Jane and I stayed back after school to finish up the teachers' day present. Seems like we could only complete Miss Tan's one. Afterall, she's our form teacher for 2 years. A good one too. Seriously. She's more like a friend to us rather than teacher actually. That present took ages to complete because SuJean and I had some interview and we still had to develop photos out which needed time. The interview was funny yet scary. I dunno why but i cannot seem to stop smiling th whole time. Its scary in a way that i might say the wrong thing and who knows what might happen next. Its a good thing i have SuJean with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Jane only came back at 4 plus. Which means our lunch only started at 4. We were starving by then. We played the spitting game. Guess you should know how it goes just by the name yeah. Gross, and it all started because of Grace. The ultimate spitter i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained (: Rain always seem to make me feel happier no matter what. Even though it had thunder and lightning this time round and the skies were really dark. It seemed like it was 8 plus already when it was only 5. The school was so quiet that when we left school, it was kinda creepy. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane and I had to share an umbrella. Sujean and Amanda had to share one too. So, we were all soaked. Its funny when you see each other getting soaked. And when every one of us squeal whenever we step on puddles that caused our shoes to be severely wet XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think that's all. Unless im forgetting something of course(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-4587774968886782453?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4587774968886782453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=4587774968886782453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4587774968886782453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4587774968886782453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/view-add-favorite-first-and-foremost.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-4824135622613147733</id><published>2006-08-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:18:56.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wore heels for the first time ever in my life! (: Woots. Hahaha. Too bad the heels are too small for me, but still, i have to wear it cause its needed in my role for drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Talking about drama, everyone was  so engaged in it today.  Yeeaah. And it turned out  great, funny too! ;D The props and everything. Oh, especially the actresses of course. -Blushes. Im acting as nerissa, she's the closest maid to portia in MOV. Pretty lady too okay. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jin How gave the whole class 90 for drama. Geez, that's like high? He's super cool i tell you. Everyweek he comes into class with a totally different style than the previous week.  And he puts on shades too! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, gretchen finished up my invitation cards already and its been given out [: Can't wait. She's even planning to _____ just for my birthday! Just for me! ;DD Aww, how sweet &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Plus, I can't wait to return to my primary schools. IM MISSING THEM LIKE CRAZY including the teachers too! I 'll even get a treat from haishien and he would also come and pick me up. What a gentleman huh x) Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This week has been going well. That's because i havent told my Dad my common test results. Darn, shant dwell on it too much just yet. For now, im going to enjoy myself. But of couse mug alot too for the EOY. I dunno if i should take combine science man. I mean like Mrs lee make it sound like its not a big deal whether you take combine or pure sciences. Geez. One thing for sure,  im never gonna take pure lit. It'll just kill me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll post the photos up from drama tmr perhaps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Adeus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-4824135622613147733?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4824135622613147733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=4824135622613147733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4824135622613147733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4824135622613147733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/wore-heels-for-first-time-ever-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-3340720921448457284</id><published>2006-08-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:20:22.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 more week of patience and tada, that special day would have arrived ;D Yes, that special day, to me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its seems like just yesterday when Clique gave me a bag full of chocolates! What i concluded from that is that i am sweet and i deserve something as sweet as chocolate. Hahaha. Kidding man! But well, they love having hidden meanings in the kind  of things they give. That makes it alot more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing what we were going to do on that day. From dress codes to invitation cards. Geez, im beginning to start feeling really excited. Too bad there are Math and Science make-up lessons on that day. Just my luck :/ At least it ends early enough for us to gear up for the party! Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it a point to have it all girls this time round. Tania plans to go out on other days with the others to celebrate. Yeaaah. I expect things. Hehehehe. JOKING! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in such a happy mood now (: The world seems like paradise [: Mummy just told me that she was giving me 2 tickets to either share it with tania or go out with my other friends. I'll decide what i want to do with it later. Hee XD Tania so better be good to me :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-3340720921448457284?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3340720921448457284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=3340720921448457284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3340720921448457284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3340720921448457284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/1-more-week-of-patience-and-tada-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-6537638747234106871</id><published>2006-08-27T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:17:58.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look, i hate it when people compare tania to me, or me to tania.  I mean like she bowling well doesnt mean that i would have to bowl as well as her or even better just because im older. Reality check, hello, we are 2 DIFFERENT people here. She leads her own life, i lead mine. I dont have to excel in the same things as her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Furthermore, i dont need you to come and tell me how screwed up my bowling is. I was already feeling so f up. I dont need someone to come along and post all the unwanted remarks knowing that you'll only make it worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's History test tommorrow and i forgot to bring my damn book home.&lt;br /&gt;Math test on tuesday :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to sum up the whole day huh.&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/30271489-6537638747234106871?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6537638747234106871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=6537638747234106871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/6537638747234106871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/6537638747234106871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-i-hate-it-when-people-compare.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-4485934969470221339</id><published>2006-08-27T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:13:19.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1721.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Captain Kua. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1734.psdcopy%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1734.psdcopy%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;He's the ultimate joker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1722.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1714.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tania being dressed as a boy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1707.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1697.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="350" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSaMtVtqc5Q"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSaMtVtqc5Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;post at the bottom [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-4485934969470221339?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4485934969470221339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=4485934969470221339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4485934969470221339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4485934969470221339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/captain-kua.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-2847411417166377039</id><published>2006-08-27T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:04:07.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/IMGP1694%20copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/IMGP1694%20copy2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Long day again today (: It kinda makes the day better because then i do not have to feel bored or anything. And, dad would not have the chance to ask me to do my homework. Hahaha ;D That reminds me of my unfinished Art and a chinese newspaper article thing that i have to complete &gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had tuition in th morning then i practically had to rush out of th house right after tuition because tania had interclub masters. Fyi, i did not get to pon art lesson. Tsk. Trust me, i was really stoning there especially when i was having such a bad flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Met up with the rest who were not bowling at Keppel and we left for NSRCC in the van. Only weiwei and I were talking please. Everyone else were either resting or doing something else. It was boring in the beginning at NSRCC because we were just walking around aimlessly. Until we went to the arcade and played pool. Wanted so much to play air hockey. But, oh well ): &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was greaat, i guess. Okay, maybe the food were not really to my likings. Hee XD But then again, the company was fab :DD Our club kinda like consist of the younger bowlers, so yeah. Immaturity. And wenhan/ben/weiwei started talking about table manners? Like no using of handphones allowed when eating? Hah, and Ben ACTUALLY went to confiscate mine! HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, the games that were held were fun i tell you. We had to send out a representative to pick a piece of paper stating whether its boy or girl. If you picked the paper with the boy word, you have to send out another girl representative and vice versa for the other. Well, there were only 2 girls which were tania and me then. Tania lost to me in scissors paper stone. Haha, so she had to dress up as a guy :pp&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was lucky enough to have won this lucky draw prize to end the day [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-2847411417166377039?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2847411417166377039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=2847411417166377039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/2847411417166377039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/2847411417166377039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/anyway-i-had-tuition-in-th-morning-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-1390343027530343191</id><published>2006-08-25T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:49:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HAD A FREAKING LOONG DAY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was slack and surprisingly mr s___ allowed me to sleep in class today (: Okay, he knew i have been sleeping alot these few days and he thinks its because i am msning till late. But its not true alright. Im busy mugging :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral was at 4 and we ended school at 1:15? So we had lotsa time in between. Too bad we have math remedial :/ You know what?! Math remedial is a total waste of time because he is just going through what i already know. Might as well just turn up for those lessons that covers the topic im not sure with. Well, we were still really enthu during the lesson[: Remember that comeback that im going to make for EOY(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Grace and I were doodling on my worksheet. Heeeheee XD Check it out man, its one of the lamest thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/neos.%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/neos.%20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oral was crap i tell you. Like there were at least 1 word in each sentence that i did not know how to read ): Plus the converstion part i was contradicting with myself the whole way. Darn. I even mixed english into the conversation. Hahaha. What was i thinking man :/ The question was whether i think teenager should get into a relationship. Like of course i would say no. Then she asked if i had friends who were in a relationship. I said yes. Pffts. Hey, nervous please. I had to make up some dumb excuse like because their parents approve of it so i cannot interfere. Dieeee x(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, Oral ended slightly earlier than expected and i only had to reach Keppel at 7. Which means i still had some time to roam about since no one was going Keppel yet. PS with gretchen. We thought there was this Christian shop there but we can't seem to find it. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to Keppel and because i forgot to bring my wallet, i had to borrow money from cherlyn D; 10 bucks okay! And it still wasnt enough for my taxi fare. 3 bucks extra charge since it was peak hour?! Geez, i was about to die. Good thing wenhan was already at Keppel and he had to pay for my cab fee in the end (:  HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed Auntie Betty off before the opening because we were all fooling around in front of the guest and some club members even complained about us being noisy during training yesterday &gt;:( We got to play with the party poppers today. Its sort of like our duty to pop those stuff. Haven't been popping those for ages. Trust me, i had fun. Boonhow and me wanted to pop more so we went to this room that had alot of echo and we started popping. Hahaha. He is hilarious i tell you cause he was kinda scared to pop those poppers at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People at abc were all drinking beer and wine. I prefer white wine to red wine ;D It doesnt taste as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN/BOONHOW/BJORN/WEIWEI ALL PANGSEH PEOPLE ONE PLEEEAASEE &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interclub masters tomorrow. I hope dad allows me to pon drawing lessons then i can go there early. Wenhan would then go there early too (: If dad does not approve of it, then ): Stupid tania. Another pangseher. Hhaa.&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/30271489-1390343027530343191?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1390343027530343191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=1390343027530343191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1390343027530343191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1390343027530343191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/had-freaking-loong-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-3403079945147173886</id><published>2006-08-24T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:34:06.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The day started out bad. Guess the teachers in my school are really starting to get stricter :/ Got another demerit for shirt tucked out. But i did not even know it was tucked out. Furthermore, it wasn't obvious at all. And tania got away scott-free because Madam K thought that Tania was me and she already gave me one. What the &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun in DnT because we can just keep talking and talking and talking. Plus, Mr C would not even know we went to the other class :DD We were praying so hard that History teacher would not turn up today because she did not go to school yesterday. And sure enough, she was on medical leave again[: Eh, rejoice man. Because History test would be pushed backwards which means more time to study (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel accomplished today. Handed in all my Math homework.  There's only Chinese newspaper writing left which would only be due on tues. So, yeaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hearing songs in class today during free period. And Sya got me hooked up to this song. Its sad i dont have it on my computer. Good thing there's such thing called the internet. Heehe.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed style="font-family: verdana;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.sweet-blue.com/antipinkie/radio.blog/sounds/Promise - Matchbook Romance.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yesterday at FarEast with jane/grace/gretchen(: And guess who we saw? Diane and Chinhao. Okay, it wasn't really a coicidence or anything. We already knew that Diane was meeting him because she borrowed my phone. So anyway, once again, we think something is going on between them. But what happened to Jonathan?! Scandals, scandals. Anyway, we stalked them and then we went into LongJohn's where they were eating.&lt;br /&gt;The Chinhao conversation:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you know CHINHAO?"&lt;br /&gt;"CHINHAO?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes CHINHAO"&lt;br /&gt;"I saw CHINHAO with a girl"&lt;br /&gt;"CHINHAO FROM SJI?"&lt;br /&gt;"I think CHINHAO likes ____"&lt;br /&gt;"omg CHINHAO LIKES HER?"&lt;br /&gt;And it carries on always having the word Chinhao in every sentence. We did that for a reason though(:  In the end, he treat us to milo-freeze.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, our gentleman :D&lt;br /&gt;When we were trying to snap some photos, girls from ____ had to block our view. Cocky asswipes. Hahah, that's how Grace describes them [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELI, CHEER UP ALRIGHT! ;D I did not score any better for science too anyway ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He wanted her to be permanent, an edifice whose piles touched the heart of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-3403079945147173886?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3403079945147173886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=3403079945147173886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3403079945147173886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3403079945147173886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-started-out-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-4864230538244203758</id><published>2006-08-23T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:12:37.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To come to the end of a time of anxiety and fear! To feel the cloud that hug over us lift and disperse-the cloud that dulled the heart and made happiness no more than a memory! This at least is one joy that must have known by almost every living creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is a boy who was waiting to be punished. But then, unexpectedly, he finds that his faults have been overlooked or forgiven and at once the world reappears in brilliant colours, full of delightful prospects. Here is a soldier who was waiting, with a heavy heart, to suffer and die in battle. But suddenly the luck has changed. There is news! The war is over and everyone burst out singing! He will go home after all! The sparrows in the plowland were crouching in terror of the kestrel. But she has gone; and they fly pell-mell up the hedgerow, frisking, chattering and perching where they will. The bitter winter had all the country in its grip. The hares on the down, stupid and torpid with cold, were resigned to sinking further and further into the freezing heart of snow and silence. But now- who would have dreamed it?- the thaw is trickling, the great tit is ringing his bell from the top of a bare lime tree, the earth is scented; and the hares bound and skip in the warm wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hopelessness and reluctance are blown away like a fog and the dumb solitude where they crept, a place desolate as a creak in the ground, opens like a rose and stretches to the hills and the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-4864230538244203758?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4864230538244203758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=4864230538244203758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4864230538244203758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4864230538244203758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-come-to-end-of-time-of-anxiety-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-3908918340003692512</id><published>2006-08-22T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:32:11.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Life's indeed like a roller-coaster ride huh. Everyone gets their fair share of ups and downs.  Its the matter of how you view things on. How you accept it and thus overcome it eventually.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can understand the bond that you guys had and what happens when someone breaks it. That disappointment and sense of betrayal. Anyhow, i guess he must have had his own reasons and difficulties in doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Im sure things will turn for the better really soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have faith okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For now, dont dwell on it too much and keep your spirits up alright (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tearing, no more yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-3908918340003692512?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3908918340003692512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=3908918340003692512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3908918340003692512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/3908918340003692512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/lifes-indeed-like-roller-coaster-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-4669776279216481461</id><published>2006-08-22T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T19:32:27.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;URGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____ i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s such a ____ that screws  poor math student's life upside down. Talking about equality. What the heck. All he cares about are students who scores better in Math is it? Such that when students like me, who are poor in math, ask questions to clear our doubts, he doesnt give a damn about it? And then when he FINALLY heard us calling, he claims that we can't understand it because we were talking. Oh, right :/ Like we would even ask him questions if we were talking. Come on man. Grace and I got so fed up and we just explode. Get what i mean yeah. Hah, got a demerit for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but thanks Clique for all the encourgaments and the funny stuff to do. Thanks Jane for listening to me venting it all out. Yeah, seriously felt much better after that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another bad day i suppose. All the teachers seemed to be in a bad mood. Its like they just go around scolding people. Sir walked into the canteen and started catching people for tucked out PE attires. In the morning, Ms A rushed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;through the whole warm up session scolding us most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong man!?  Its not like only teachers have feelings and mood swings right. And they can just vent their anger on us whenever they want or whatsoever &gt;:(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffffffffffftttttttttttttsssssssssss :/ Okay, CHILL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama lessons were surprisingly fun today and assembly was hilrious because the play put up by some company was good i tell you ;D Seriously. Anyway, I think Jin was in a good mood today ;D Which really brightens up the whole day. Allowed us to watch romeo and juliet and a flim directed by him. Cool lorzxz. Hehehe. Did a dry run for OUR play today and I must say it went pretty well. Simply love my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 117px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/Image006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amanda/Grace/Jane/I went to Macs to get those 50cents icecream. Got a treat from Amanda ;D -blushes. Too bad Jane ate Mcflurry :p But even though it was just a short time eating icecream, it was great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai, TOODLES is like how cute canzx.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-4669776279216481461?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4669776279216481461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=4669776279216481461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4669776279216481461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/4669776279216481461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/urgh-i-pffffffffffftttttttttttttsssssss.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-907516286480033149</id><published>2006-08-21T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:11:47.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/1600/dontyoulovemy_icons14.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2049/3695/320/dontyoulovemy_icons14.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grace finds this really amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She can just stare at it and laugh all out a sudden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She freaks me out :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its supposed to be moving, trying to get out because they're trapped on paper.&lt;br /&gt;But, i dunno what happened! )))):&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/30271489-907516286480033149?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/907516286480033149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=907516286480033149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/907516286480033149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/907516286480033149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/grace-finds-this-really-amusing.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-1856419122267531337</id><published>2006-08-21T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:05:01.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You feel like a candle in a hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a picture with a broken frame,&lt;br /&gt;Alone and helpless, like you've lost your fight.&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be alright, you'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day did not start out well. Linda got barked at by a dog while running with me. The dog must have thought she's a bitch and was trying to hit on her. Hahaha. Or maybe simply because Linda is a bad bad girl (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we had History which really spoilt my mood even further because the moment she came in, she frowned. I mean like its not like we made her upset or anything right. So, anyway she frowned at Grace too which makes it even more annoying cause not only Grace was talking, everyone else was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Science was bad. We had to stand throughout the whole 2 periods because we did not print out a worksheet. Darn. And now she's taking away our holiday claiming that we wasted her period. And i still can't understand in what way have we "wasted" her periods :/ We even had to stay back to complete it &gt;:( Okay, im not saying that i dont like my science teacher or anything alright. In fact, i think that shes a good teacher. But i just hate it when teachers deprive us of our holiday. Furthermore, -coughs, my birthday falls during the holiday please. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We got back our Math Common Test ): Im not sure if i should be feeling happy or sad. Maybe a little here and there. At least i passed this time round. Also meaning i improved (: However, i mugged so hard for it, expected something like close to 30? Geez.  Its okay, further mugging would ensure that i would pass with flying colours for EOY ;DDD Perservere. Then i'll surprise keong with my great comeback. Hahah. Omg, here i go again, fantasizing -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's the part that REALLY stressed me out. We had a freaking Lit test today. Fortunately it was unseen prose. But, still. Never really had that great confidence in doing the paper. And i swear my handwriting was crap. Everything seems to be going wrong. Plus, im losing a lot of stuff in my pencil case. Urggh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Andand, I havent studied for DnT which could kill me. Cause i couldnt memorise all those shit in just 1 hour or so. Guess you guys should know by now. Yeah, i screwed it all up. Including the drawing crap thing. Pffts :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then i had chinese composition to rush out after school because i have been procrastinating since dunno when. Causes of last minute work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything seems to fall in the right place after all that has tide down. Sort off. Have ying yong wen to rush out now. Grace/Jane/I went to marina square to get shop around and all the dark secrets came out. -CHUCKLES. Oh well, it was all in th past. Its kinda amazing how time past huh. Seems like i just celebrated my birthday where they gave me this whole bag of chocolate. Awww &lt;333&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Laughed our ass out for some reasons and it was hilarious i tell you. Until the security guard had t come over and ask us what we were doing. Nvm, we didnt really care anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, now im home and gretchen has just found a new game and im gonna try it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Byeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're so hot, so hot like chilli padi and wasabi mixed together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-1856419122267531337?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1856419122267531337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=1856419122267531337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1856419122267531337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1856419122267531337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-feel-like-candle-in-hurricane-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-1705595180266019317</id><published>2006-08-20T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:45:50.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to sakae for lunch, did a little study plus finished my art(: , slept, skipped dinner, and now im hungry &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i havent finished revising my dnt even though i have its common test tomorrow ):&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is dnt for?!&lt;br /&gt;Pffftttttsssss :/&lt;br /&gt;It only ruins the life of teenage girls like me because when we get back the results, we only see red marks. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This post is crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JEROME JUST MADE MY DAY ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-1705595180266019317?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1705595180266019317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=1705595180266019317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1705595180266019317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/1705595180266019317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-i-havent-finished-revising-my-dnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115600286670512905</id><published>2006-08-20T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T10:08:39.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMG_1623%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMG_1623%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gretchen just sent me this photo that we took quite some time ago [: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got a new bowling ball (: The colours are pretty! Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wenhan/Ben/Bjorn/Weiwei are so gonna be dead the next week &gt;:D What the heck i tell you. They were talking to me through the car's window while my dad was waiting for th car in front to go. And they were doing all kinds of silly stuff to me. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saw Crushie at Keppel today. Did not really expect it cause it was so late already (: But oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, Dad returned my handphone to me! 98500*** (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is a great day, isnt it? Apart from the fact that my mum accidentally whacked my face with the badminton racquet while playing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this post is still filled with smiling faces. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115600286670512905?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115600286670512905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115600286670512905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115600286670512905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115600286670512905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/gretchen-just-sent-me-this-photo-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115592024504286086</id><published>2006-08-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T01:07:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I WAS SCREAMING MY ASS OFF A LITTLE WHILE AGO, AND NOW IM LAUGHING MY ASS OFF (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paternal cousins came over today since Aunt Lillian would be returning to America tomorrow ): I really wish Daddy would allow me to go over during Winter to pay her a visit. I mean like, the holiday is so long. Spending a few weeks there wouldnt be a problem right. But the only thing that would ensure that i am able to go is my results :/ Pffftssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the older cousins were in my room using the computer and the younger ones outside playing those running games and stuff. You know. Yeaaaah. And, Shiyan/Shimin started fidgeting with my MSN contacts and they started their pranks once again. Made someone think that i could play tennis and that i want to challenge him. Geez, i cant play tennis for nuts man. She even fixed a time,date and location. What am i going to do when the time comes? Throw bowling balls? Hehe. SHIYAN MADE IT SOUND SO REAAL. Its a good thing i have Chin Hao to help (: -BEAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did i mention that webcamming is love? &lt;3 I was doing just that with Gretchen this afternoon and my oh my, she DO have big eyes and looong eyelashes. Sad to say, im not a teeny weeny bit jealous of her. Hhaha :D Im proud of my tiny and adorable eyes that makes me so lovable :pp Hee. Its a pity i did not the save the screen shot of her and her retardedness. Daarn. Well, you just gotta wait for the next webcamming sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think staying back in class after school with a few others is great fun. Especially when theres something very interesting to talk about ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S This post was meant for 18/8. Since its 12+AM, so yeah.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115592024504286086?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115592024504286086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115592024504286086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115592024504286086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115592024504286086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-screaming-my-ass-off-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115574227082127689</id><published>2006-08-17T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:23:24.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP1583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP1583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACS(I) OWNED RI IN RUGBY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was kinda expected though. Grace and i wanted a miracle to happen. Seems like it never did ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Gerann and his friends at Dover and we talked so much in the train that we landed up in Bishan instead. Decided to walk around since it was still early and the malls were filled with yellow people i tell you. As in ACSI guys. Geez. Saw Joel Tang there ;D Hm, and a few others (: But it was like daoing mood, so yeah. Never really did say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rugby match! Acs cheer is hah, funny? Considering the fact that their sch is like an all boys school. Figured they might have some more manly cheer or something. But i thought wrong. Heh. They have cheers like the ones you cheer at campfires :p No kidding. When you hear them cheer, its like low? Hah. Anyway, i saw alot more people there too. Finally saw Joel Loi with Sai Mun's help (: Hey, he looks th same to me. Was supposed to meet up with alot more people and they only tell me that they saw me when i come online &gt;:9 Its so easy to spot me for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiying + Ziyang= YingYang :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha. He made me realised that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOK CHIN HAO IS BESTFRIEND(: Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She wondered had she been in his thoughts as he had been in hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess you would only know how to appreciate somone when he/she leaves you or drifts away.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling whereby you want to get back the times you spent together more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chuck Palahniuk-Diary&lt;br /&gt;Angel says that rich people don't like to tolerate much. Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that isn't perfect. You can't put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should have cherished.&lt;br /&gt;I should have hold you tight and not let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must there be should have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115574227082127689?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115574227082127689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115574227082127689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115574227082127689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115574227082127689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/acsi-owned-ri-in-rugby.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115556640012294826</id><published>2006-08-15T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:25:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/untitled%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/untitled%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just this sudden urge to blog again. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the conversations i had just now were really short and incomplete ;/ Kinda sucked cause i was feeling sleepy and true enough i fell asleep halfway. HAHAHA. I wasnt even concentrating for goodness sake. Not that i have to concentrate while chatting with my friends,  but still. I dunno what in the world i was talking about. Its like just going through the motion. So sorry to those who couldnt tolerate any further. Teehee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, freaking school gave us drama lessons for nothing. Furthermore, we have to pay for it. Darn, i detest drama lessons. Im not cut out to be an actress nor be acting in a role of some sort :/ Now i cant meet Chinhao. Hey, this drama thing is so last-minute can. If not for the money and attendance sake, i would have poned it. Urgh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, today's post is at the bottom yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I MISS THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115556640012294826?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115556640012294826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115556640012294826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115556640012294826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115556640012294826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/theres-just-this-sudden-urge-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115554873526627369</id><published>2006-08-15T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:25:51.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open up the door, just a little more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blogskin is totally screwed up and i only found out when i used IE because Mozilla wouldnt work for me. Pffffffffftttssss :/ Yeah, and im too lazy to go get a new skin just yet so i'll just settle with this one for the time-being. It looks kinda okay right? Heee XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;By the way, that comment thingy is not in use alright. I tried taking away but it screws the whole blog up again &gt;:( Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was burning the midnight oil yesterday for Math and i was dozing off during Literature lesson today. Geez. It was embarassing because Grace claims that the teacher asked me to wake up for about 5 times. Hahaha. But even if i did not stay up till late last night, i suppose i would still be dozing off because Literature is seriously boring. All they talk about is abouta love story and some court case which is ALSO related to the love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the math common test wasn't as hard as i thought it would be. ;DDD At least i could do more than half of the paper. Im just praying i would make no careless mistakes and yeah, shouldnt be a problem then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to people who thinks i was angry yesterday after youth medal. Just to clear the air, Im not okay (: Really. I was just being moody because i bowled like crap. Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Ben, you horny person! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You sounded so serious. Im not a coward okay! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This equation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Tags/}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahha, yeah. Its a dream.&lt;br /&gt;But its a really touching dream! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yiguan:&lt;/strong&gt; HELLO, CAIYIGUAN.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU TOOO ;DDD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia:&lt;/strong&gt; Help me find okay!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pleeeaasee.&lt;br /&gt;I freaking wanna sms people. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. HAHAH &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenric:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, you walked past me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gretchen:&lt;/strong&gt; Y lar. Eh, no, B maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, im crapping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115554873526627369?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115554873526627369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115554873526627369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115554873526627369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115554873526627369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/open-up-door-just-little-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115531286589692590</id><published>2006-08-12T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:14:25.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I FREAKING MISS THE PLANET SHAKERS CONCERT WITH CLIQUE TODAY!&gt; &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;MAN, THIS IS SAD,SAD,SAD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I MISSED OUT ON ALL THE FUN AND STUFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;))))))))))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115531286589692590?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115531286589692590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115531286589692590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115531286589692590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115531286589692590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/man-this-is-sadsadsad-i-missed-out-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115530306494031257</id><published>2006-08-12T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:27:55.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP1495.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP1495.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP1497.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP1497.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP1492.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP1492.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP1496.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP1496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were supposed to help me with my work, but HAHAH. Not much done :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was going to step into a hole,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and spend my whole life in darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee, Art teacher gave us extra time to finish up our homework since she saw so many of us struggling to rush it up. I think im going to get it done real soon. (: I found out that the part that i have to do would just take me 5mins or so? Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to just pass the whole school thing because everything was the same today. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch CLICK with ken/kai/wingyan/ck/tania. It felt kinda weird cause kai and i were like the only ones who are not attached there. And kai sticks with ken. So yeah. I'll be walking either right at the front or the back. Mostly at the back though cause i find walking in the front kinda weird. Hee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CLICK is a good movie. Apart from the fact that its actually a dream. However, it can make you tear and laugh. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew Joel had a brother!? Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115530306494031257?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115530306494031257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115530306494031257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115530306494031257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115530306494031257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/they-were-supposed-to-help-me-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115522483713923206</id><published>2006-08-11T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:28:14.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It wasn't until now till I found out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel a sense of accomplishment in me today &gt;:( Nope, nothing at all. All i did was to use the com the moment i woke up which really wasn't early. Next was lunch cum dinner with Mum at Swensens then it was time for training. Okay, maybe i DID do a little math here and there. But, im sure nothing went into my head. Now im left with incomplete homework that was dued last week. Darn im dead. Furthermore, its Art. Wouldnt be able to complete it within the few hours that im left with after training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would someone just wake me up from that sloppy attitude of mine. Fine, im beginning to fear streaming. Firstly, we're going to have to split class. Secondly, im afraid i'll end up taking the combinations that i detest. But then again, things might just turn out differently. Its just like PSLE. Never thought i would ever end up in Crescent neither did i believe i would enjoy Crescent but i still did. Especially the friends i made (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, training wasn't slack at all. Trust me. Uncle Lawrence seemed to have woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It was freaky i tell you. Even a single giggle or laughter or just mingle around when you're not supposed to, he'll be like mad? Gale made a grave mistake by flicking something rubbery onto the lanes which resulted to it bouncing further away. When Uncle Larence saw that, you could see that he almost exploded. What the heck. Maybe he was like that from the beginning of the year, but we just did not realise. Until we lost so many tournaments till he got so fed up and he thinks we needs some discipline within the squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but its like this sudden change of joy to melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread to go to school tomorrow. Really. Its ironic how i want to study real hard to achieve good results and me not wanting to go to school. Pfffftsssss. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thought that Inter-club is ending soon makes me feel like crying. Yeah, go ahead. Call me crazy. Oh, or perhaps say that my life revovles round that youth squad. But you'll never understand why. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i kinda agree with Gretchen.&lt;br /&gt;Being infatuated with someone means you think you are in love, but you're actually not; infatuation is (supposedly) just a foolish, fleeting feeling. But if being "in love" is an abstract notion, and is not tangible, and there is no way to physically prove it to anyone else.. Then how is being in love any different than infatuation? They're both human constructions. If you think you're in love with someone, and you feel you're in love with someone, then you're obviously are; feeling and thinking is a sum total of what love is. Why do we feel an obligation to certify emotions with some kind of restrospective, self-imposed authenticity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its that thing you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115522483713923206?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115522483713923206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115522483713923206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115522483713923206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115522483713923206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-wasnt-until-now-till-i-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115518106408542182</id><published>2006-08-11T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:28:39.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;{TAGS/}&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda: &lt;/span&gt;Yeaaah! It rocked like WHOOAZA (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Charlie prefers you better.&lt;br /&gt;He'll follow you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gretchen&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha. =X&lt;br /&gt;She is the bartender remember?&lt;br /&gt;She made the bacardi herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenric: &lt;/span&gt;YEAH. You like just walked past me.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, i thot you din wanna say hi,&lt;br /&gt;so i skipped that too.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chin Hao:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry dearest chinhao! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;But i know im forgiven already right (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felicia:&lt;/span&gt; Hi WOMAN. ;DD&lt;br /&gt;I sleep really early nowadays okay!&lt;br /&gt;Never awake before 2:06am.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he'll find you instead.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you know wha gruesome stuff he does eh.&lt;br /&gt;CAREFUL HOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grace : &lt;/span&gt;HHA.&lt;br /&gt;ya know why i ask them to split?&lt;br /&gt;so that i can put a big heart in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;YEAAAH .&lt;br /&gt;Heheh :pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie: &lt;/span&gt;I see Charlie has come to visit&lt;br /&gt;this humble site of mine.&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME WELCOME.&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE FU XUANWEN.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S ( Pictures for national day celebration and Night Safari are below this post[:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/30271489-115518106408542182?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115518106408542182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115518106408542182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115518106408542182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115518106408542182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/tags-amanda-yeaaah-it-rocked-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115517997018509797</id><published>2006-08-11T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:28:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I cannot seem to make Picasa work for me. Thus, i would just have to bear with the blogger crap which is like real slow. Nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4219.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4219.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was the last we took, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Its still at the top of this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4218.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4218.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4184.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4184.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's so engrossed with the movie.&lt;br /&gt;To think a little screen can attract so much attention. HeeXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4206.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4206.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My COMFY bed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4214.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4214.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace's unglam shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4178.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4166.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4166.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE WHAT SELF-TIME CAN DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4171.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4171.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4175.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4112.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day celebration was the bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4163.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4163.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4118.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4090.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4090.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4095.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/CIMG4091.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/CIMG4091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those flags they gave out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP1468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Safari (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115517997018509797?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115517997018509797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115517997018509797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115517997018509797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115517997018509797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cannot-seem-to-make-picasa-work-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115505819056240983</id><published>2006-08-09T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:29:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/singapore_flag_medium.png"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 165px; cursor: pointer; height: 110px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/singapore_flag_medium.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone feels patriotic now! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot believe im still blogging at this hour. Furthermore, I havent bathed and i stink like hell because i just came back from the Night Safari. ;D Well, the animals there and stuff were kinda boring but the company you are with makes it alot better. I think Zach,Tessa and Ian looks like otters. Hehe XD. Anyway, we stayed till the Night Safari closed and we went for supper cause everyone was feeling hungry after all that walking. It was alot okay! No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, We decided to try out the handicap lift that was locted there and it was cool man. Because to go down you had to press this button all the way till you reach the ground. We werent quite sure how to opened the door so we had to go all the way back up. However, the door still seemed lock, Zach freaked out and he started yelling! Hahaha. Adorable huh. Little 4 year olds... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to yesterday's (since its like 1 in the morning now) national day celebration. They made us stil in the parade square even though the floor was wet &gt;:( And i was wearing something white. Hah. It was okay because we spent most of the time standing up saying the recollection stuff, and those marches. Ya know those solemn kinds lar. What was fun is that they arranged for lower seconday to do some mass dance thing and the upper secondary to have some class bonding session. Gving them MnMs, drinks and all other sorts. Cool huh. How sweeet &lt;3&gt;:( Well, at least im in the limelight. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PS, MOS! :P Mmmhmmm. We were shifting tables because it was really crowded there and we had quite a few people so we neede a big table that could fit us all (: Haha. Oh, on the way there. The bus was cramped up like crazy! Had to stand on the stairs too. I saw the most unexpected person! TAN HAISHIEN! Yay! ((((: I pretended to be hiding from him at first but then he called my name again so yeah, i was nice enough to answer. Hee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the ISTANA PARK after lunch to take photos! We were jumping from this platform thing that was directly in front of those policeman. They must be wondering what the hell we are doing. MANIACS. Hahaha. Grace and I went around counting the number of walking flags. WALKING FLAGS sounds so adorable! [: Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up in town again. Challenged Grace to see who could break up the most couple. Saw Haishien, AGAIN! (: And i saw d and j together. WOO. Told you somethng was going on. Grace went to break them up. Tstsk. How can!? D: HAHA. OH, and K has a boyfriend too. I never knew thaaat. COOOL. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to come over to my house. Went to buy this movie from HMV. HIDE-AND-SEEK! Woots, its nice man. Not really a horror movie though. Its more like a thriller of some sort. Expect the unexpected. Yeah. Before that they went to 7-eleven to get some coke because they wanted to drink bacardi coke in my house. Hah, underage drinking. But yeah, its true grace. Not as if my parents doesnt allow. Jane has low alchohol level too! :D However, she's not as bad as me! ): FELI IS THE MAN! Alchohol tolerance level freaking high. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE FEELS THAT MY BED IS COMFY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not feel like streaming this year. Not like i have a choice. But still, the thought that you might be split up after this year is really sad! ))): CAN YOU BELIVE IT!? All these memories are sooo memorable! &lt;333&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115505819056240983?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115505819056240983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115505819056240983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115505819056240983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115505819056240983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-singapore-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115496617660538928</id><published>2006-08-08T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:56:16.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I deleted the post for today! (: I'll blog tomorrow for today's post. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Im in a HIIIGGGGGHH MOOOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel blessed XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115496617660538928?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115496617660538928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115496617660538928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115496617660538928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115496617660538928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-deleted-post-for-today-ill-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115479056880064729</id><published>2006-08-06T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:14:01.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I could get use to this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from inter-club. Lost 5-0 ): Oh well. First game was crap! laksjdlaksjdlajds! &gt;:( Freaking 98! What the heck. Yeah, but the second and third game were quite okay,172,168!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i couldnt get the Happy Meal that Jaz offered. The second game was close to 180! Urgh! Nevermind! It was encouraging though. Thaaank Yoou! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was not taking Keppel Van home and the lifts were all going down when i wanted to go up. Had to climb the stairs up with that freaking bag of mine &gt;:( And when daddy car came, Keppel van was also leaving. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If only you knew i wanted to see you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;{TAGS;}&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Gretchen:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, after we came.&lt;br /&gt;Which means they came to see me right?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Boo: &lt;/span&gt;Um, i dunno? Sorry! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sujeaaan:&lt;/span&gt; Helloo missy!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Im not a bully puh-leeeaase!&lt;br /&gt;I think they met each other on friday too. Sure one luh!&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nicole:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, she's a curious LITTLE girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tania:&lt;/span&gt; What the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;You freaking did not persuade for me th other time too okay!&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, its not like if i did,&lt;br /&gt;you would be able to go.&lt;br /&gt;:/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115479056880064729?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115479056880064729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115479056880064729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115479056880064729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115479056880064729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-could-get-use-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115477436872043386</id><published>2006-08-06T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:15:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;But her dreams give her wings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa and Arwin are such meanies. &gt;:( They gang up against Zachery just because they're older than him. Kept speaking in Chinese just because he doesnt understand. What the heck right? And when Troy was in Singapore, they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;did that to him too. Why cant they be fair for once? Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im crazy over another song!!! ;DDDDD The lyrics are so sad. ): But its still amazingly niceeee. How could i have not know that it was in my Itunes! Listen! Listen! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.users.on.net/~cowkandy/martina mcbride - Concrete Angel.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inter-club competition tonight. Man, im nervous. Been ages since i last bowled for it. What if i fall? What if i get into gutter for the whole frame? What if i cannot even spare a single pin? What if... Omg, this is freaky. Why did i even agree to bowl in the first place?! Im sorry but im seriously afraid that i might just let the whole team down. Its not like it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where were you when i needed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115477436872043386?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115477436872043386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115477436872043386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115477436872043386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115477436872043386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-world-that-she-cant-rise-above-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115469586222857623</id><published>2006-08-05T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:06:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting for you to realise how much im feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is like waiting for diamonds to turn into carbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Love? Four simple letters. L-O-V-E. Put together to form a word. The most amazing of feelings. The most important in life. For what would a world without love, be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words barely scrape the surface of what Love is about.You could talk about it. Go on and on about it. But, if you never experience it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words would be all for naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not self-seeking. It's not about what YOU want. Love is not about yourself at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no I in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Love is the complete opposite of self-seeking. Love is unselfish. Instead of pursuing only one's own end and interests. Love for someone would mean to pursue only that certain someone's own end and interests or at least letting the person pursue it. Even if it means letting go. Even if it means you don't get to share the happiness and joy at the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But words are only words. They can make sense only to the head and not to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only human, and im still learning... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I Love You= I'm learning to let you go, everyday of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been giving a damn thought about it. And im tired of always screwing things up. Words just don't come close to how i feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Gretchen! ;D Your jokes are like one of the lamest yet the funniest. Haha. But im still not going to stop teasing you. Maybe i'll reduce a little. Im not too sure what to do now though. I FEEL LIKE A LOSER . ( I can't believe i just said that. :/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Ziyang. I dunno why, but everything you say always crack me up &lt;3 And, i miss you man. Haha. Its been ages. At least to me (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fridays. They're one of the slackest. And, Art teacher did not come to class today because she had PBL presentation. Which, of course, is a relieve to me and many others because we haven't finished our work:/  So, we had a sub teacher to make sure the class wasn't in chaos. I thought he teaches PE! I mean, he looks like one who does... Only found out that he doesn't when we asked him if he could take us down for PE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a math and science teacher btw. He gave us this sum to solve but we couldnt because it was some "qianbian" question. Haha! (: Yeah, we started testing him riddles instead. Darn, that was freaking funny. His drive is not strong. Ohhh myy goooosssh.  We told him what we did to our previous science teacher who isnt teaching in the school anymore. Told him that she quit school because we bullied her to much. E.g. Not allowing her to leave for her other class. And, scaring other teacher with fake lizards. I dunt think he REALLY believed or anything but he still gave us 15mins early recess. That's hell early people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some English essay writing test crap. "BATTLING THE ODDS" I wasnt even in the mood for composition writing. Neither did i have any idea what to write on that topic. I just crapped the whole waaaay through. Guess its kinda boring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tania made me realize that my birthday is just 1 month away. No, OUR&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;birthday. I can't wait! :DDDDD  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Time is up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SENTOSA/add ons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 197px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/IMG_7737.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/IMG_7725.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/IMG_7710.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115469586222857623?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115469586222857623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115469586222857623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115469586222857623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115469586222857623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/waiting-for-you-to-realise-how-much-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115460315139792694</id><published>2006-08-04T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:32:37.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bottle up old love and throw it into the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's it. bye.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we could learn to let go of things, life would be much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace! Cheer up alright. I guess i am bad in cheering people up but still, i want you to know that the clique will always be here for you. No matter what. If you ever feel like yelling or anything, you can always come to me. I'll teach you how. I'll get you gummy sweets too if that would make you feel better. Try not to dwell on it too much yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Concentrate on those in your control and leave to God for those out of your control" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, i've got gretchen's part of the pictures because Jane did not turn up for school today! &gt;:( Haha. Well, its not like Gretchen stayed the whole day. She left for home during recess. So, get well soon, both of you! And Miss tan asked me to tell your thal your chinese re-test will be tomorrow. Haha.  There's no running away :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Science practical today and it was kinda fun because Mavis was beside me. She's hilarious i tell you. She went to use the luminous flame to heat up her substance then her test-tube turned black. Got a new one, then she burnt the test-tube holder. Amazing huh. But i think eveyone at my table got a cross at their name because we forgot to wear safetly goggles &gt;:( Hey, i think i look cool in it. Actually i AM cool. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, but im rather ego today. Only today. And, its not thaaaat bad to be ego once in a blue moon because it help boost your self-esteem. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sujean is such a cutiepie (; Okay, first we went to tease Diane and Jonathan together. I suspect something is going on in between them. Hehe. They're meetin each other 2 days in a row and he treats her lunch. Mmmmmhmmm. What do you think? It was funny cause Diane was blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sujean was yearning to hear my voice so much that she called me twice in half and hour? Yeah. One to tell me that she ate Mos burger for lunch. Two to tell me that she finished up her homework. Then she will start crapping with me so that i will not hang up on her too early. Hah. SEE! Told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i need someone to teach me how to play minesweep flags REALLY well. Make it fast. :D I know nuts about that game. Get owned practically every game i play &gt;:( Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, MOK CHINHAO IS SUCH AN ASS. Rawr! Yeah, Im jealous. How now? Haha. How about 1 bouquet of flowers. That will surely do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SENTOSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/sentosa049.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/sentosa045-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 281px; height: 373px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/sentosa026-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/sentosa007-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/sentosa006-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 287px; height: 213px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/sentosa004-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 220px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/IMG_7729-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 225px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/copyofgroup.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 283px; height: 211px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/asdad.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/sentosa020copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/sentosa017.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;You're my wonderwall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115460315139792694?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115460315139792694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115460315139792694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115460315139792694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115460315139792694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/bottle-up-old-love-and-throw-it-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115452971309957888</id><published>2006-08-03T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:41:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOO! Im kinda high now because i just finished squad challenge. Bowled 152,130!, 186. (: Quite satisified with it though. Afterall, i had a long day and at least i did not bowl like 100 average? Hehe. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told wenhan/bjorn/yongen about those riddles shiyan told me (: Haha. Ben did not want to listen because he said everytime they entertain me i get a strike. Retarded can XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures yet &gt;:( Why they not online! Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot about tomorrow's chinese test.  Urgh. One test after another :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115452971309957888?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115452971309957888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115452971309957888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115452971309957888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115452971309957888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/wooo-im-kinda-high-now-because-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115451111211928103</id><published>2006-08-03T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:08:00.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfectly imperfect;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school had half day today! :D And, i basically screwed up the math test. Kinda expected that anyway. But, PE was fun though.  Got to play touch rugby and my team owned twice. Hah, beat that(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, jane/gretch/grace/feli/mel/me went to Siloso Beach. Didnt intend to go suntanning but the sun was goood, so yeah :D Treated our bras like bikini tops. Jane's white XD Hehe. Anyway, we played with the ball mel brought and it kept getting into the water. Nobody bothered to pick it up so we relied on the few foreigners to pick it up for us. Haha. Guess they got kind of fed up and deflated our ball &gt;:( Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps photos later (: None of them are online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squad Challenge later on. I wonder how i am going to bowl when i am so worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye then. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I myself don't understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Crushie showed me this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the pillow. It was addressed " dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dad,It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes.But it's not only the passion  dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old these days is it ?), and has no money, reallythese things shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship, don't you agree?Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too.Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Dad, I'm 17 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving daughter, Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the page were the letters "PTO".Hands still trembling,her father turned the sheet, and read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home. I love you!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Funny huh! I actually thought the girl was so -.-! Hee XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115451111211928103?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115451111211928103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115451111211928103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115451111211928103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115451111211928103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/perfectly-imperfect-darn.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115444472308378519</id><published>2006-08-02T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:42:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im supposed to be revising for the math test tomorrow. But what am i doing? Editing my blogger template :/ This test is going to determine whether or not i am able to get out of remedial. (: I heard its tough. ): Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i will change this blogskin again. It depends. And i just screwed up some of my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to REALLY start revising though its late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115444472308378519?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115444472308378519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115444472308378519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115444472308378519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115444472308378519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-supposed-to-be-revising-for-math.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115434646250973438</id><published>2006-08-01T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:34:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;SOME OF AAD AND YESTERDAY'S NIGHTOUT PICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 262px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/dasd.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/IMGP1348.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 228px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/Untitled-1copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 258px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/IMGP1345.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/IMGP1341.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/IMGP1339.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/hypnotic_missile/IMGP1322.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjapBZGQ_EY"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjapBZGQ_EY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAREWELL, AUDREY.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be 4 years from now the next time we'll be seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i am sure it is not going to be soon when i seen shimin/shiyan and zhixuan.&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to accept the fact that this is the end after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;It was only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could stop time.&lt;br /&gt;I know its cliche, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA MISS YOU PEOPLE ALOT. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the memories in this whole month.&lt;br /&gt;It was short yet wonderful. It was only filled with joy and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;It brought back the past.&lt;br /&gt;Back when life hasnt taken away our innocence ,&lt;br /&gt;the time where we used to run to each other's house,&lt;br /&gt;celebrate each and every occasions with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, life has such treasures that time's always stealing;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can entirely stay.&lt;br /&gt;These memories, i'll cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOUALL.&lt;br /&gt;You're more than anything else to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its scary how time flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115434646250973438?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115434646250973438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115434646250973438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115434646250973438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115434646250973438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-of-aad-and-yesterdays-nightout.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115427157516464210</id><published>2006-07-31T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:34:53.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;THE FAST THE FURIOUS, was good man. Although it did not really have a storyline.But still, it was really thrilling. Shimin was grabbing onto my arm when it was those tensed parts. Haha :D We couldn't believe this guy died. He's like a hero? Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before the show, we went shopping around Ps then went to The Cathay to catch our movies.Had some time left so we started walking around and we saw this exhibition so we decided to go in. Those posters on display were kinda cool though.Hee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, we went to the toilet then Zhixuan and Theodore were standing on the girl's side. When this guy wanted to go in he thought that was the male's toilet and he went in.Hhahahaa! Omg, could laugh my ass out. Okay, i did. That guy must have felt mega embarassed! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, every guy there was wearing ARMANI EXCHANGE T-shirts. And, every girl there was wearing ABERCROMBIE. I was the odd one out man. URGH! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to collect Shimin's tennis prize. Ate at East Coast. Shiyan was telling LAME jokes man.HAHAH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun. I'll miss AUDREY alot. Actually, all of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures another day :D&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/30271489-115427157516464210?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115427157516464210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115427157516464210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115427157516464210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115427157516464210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/d-oh-every-guy-there-was-wearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115423782571967991</id><published>2006-07-31T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:35:23.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went over to Theo's house yesterday night (: Shiyan/Shimin/Audrey/Zhixuan were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sort of sat and talked at one corner. Then, Aunt Candice brought out bacardi and other kinds. She even taught us how to drink. But well, Audrey did not want to be under peer pressure so she didnt drink, neither did Zhixuan. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i have low alchohol tolerance level. My face started becoming real red and i started having this really bad headache. And they though i was drunk so they kept asking me all kinds of question. It was super hilarious. Yeah, i was feeling so hot that i took this jar of cold water and put it against my face.Zhixuan was laughing at me the whole time man. He even taught the rest to splash water on me. They did just that. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached home the hangover got worst. Urgh. To put it simply, it totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Samuel was teaching me how to make myself feel better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im going out to catch a movie later. But we're still deciding on what show to watch. For now, im goin to mug all the way for History. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115423782571967991?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115423782571967991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115423782571967991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115423782571967991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115423782571967991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-over-to-theos-house-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115416793351963489</id><published>2006-07-30T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:35:46.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP1277.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP1277.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After the extreme tiring chasing game. SLACK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMG_1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMG_1525.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FarEast toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP1279.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jonathan and Chinhao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP1282.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Clique. Well, almost everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other pictures are with amanda. She's not online yet. I just have to wait.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Im dead beat. AAD was totally boring. And i went there earlier because of Chinhao. We were sitting at the foyer and we got chased away by some teacher :/ Oh, whateeeeveeer! Its not like we are making noise or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, so went went shopping alround the limited stalls we had. Found nothing we fancied but it was time for me to go and mark attendance so i had to go back to class. Marked,slacked,went to the bball court. I played catching with sujean/amanda/gretchen. &amp;amp; guess what? They are so mean, all gang up against me. So, my freedom of being a non-catcher can never last more than 2secs! &gt;:( haha. They even took away my shoes and threw up onto the bball net and it got stucked there. Fortunately, nicole saved it (: But well, i was deprived of my shoes for quite some time,still! Gretchen's hairband broke. You will not want to know how it happened :p Hah, and the best thing happened. It rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to the hall. Oh, and i just realised quite a number of people in my class are attached. This is interesting. That's why when you go for events like this, you should always look out. You will never know what and who you will see.Hehe XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, we were the few last ones in the school. Went down to orchard and i found out all my money was with diane. She had to go all the way back to Fareast just to pass it to me. Hah. Thank you girl. :D I hope you're not pissed or anything though. We took Neoprints, finally! After like a year, the clique took a neoprint. HAHAHA. Nice. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115416793351963489?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115416793351963489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115416793351963489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115416793351963489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115416793351963489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/after-extreme-tiring-chasing-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115407097138497758</id><published>2006-07-29T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:36:54.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its a deep obsession, taking up my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP1253.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP1253.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Try bowling with that! It'll be great fun. Trust me. You'll laugh&lt;br /&gt;your heart out till you drop the bowling ball right into the gutter. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace got me hooked on to So Contagious-Acceptance. It's been playing on my Itunes for almost the whole day? Well, what can i do? Its such a nice song. The lyics are like the best? Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_1" flashvars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://irene.pretty-doll.net/radio.blog/sounds/Acceptance - So Contagious.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;tracknum=1" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting so lazy in bloggin nowadays. Maybe life is just boring with all the tests coming up. If i'm not wrong, everyday of next week is occupied by 1 test. What crap! This is going to kill those brain cells of mine. Its worst than radiation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow is Art's Awareness Day. Almost everyone in school today is preparing for tomorrow. The Arts Conservatory is coming out nice and the school is filled with ribbons. Hah! We have to reach school at 1130am. They're making it complusory for all of us to wear clothes that are school related. :/ This is sickening. Uniforms are uncomfortable especially when it doesn't fit. Its a weekend for goodness sake! I want to go casual people! Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sorry, im very grumpy now. It must be the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maggi mee seems to be my everyday lunch. Its either that or im going out for lunch. Man, im sick of school food. I cannot believe im going to have to bear with it for another 2 years. Nevermind, Linda and I are going to be on a fruit diet. We're going to the fitness corner every recess. No more chips. No more candies. Hahaha. Its going to last for a few months, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you think you're alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115407097138497758?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115407097138497758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115407097138497758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115407097138497758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115407097138497758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-deep-obsession-taking-up-my-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115391314325185724</id><published>2006-07-27T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:37:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/Copy%20of%20GRACE..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/Copy%20of%20GRACE..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is my sunshine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've tried to convince myself that,?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, i don't need to be anyone's baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, i don't need to find my other half,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i found myself in sheer misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did i even know you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did i let you occupy my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did you have to give me hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and left me feeling empty in the end&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know the taste of losing someone you love, afterall.&lt;br /&gt;I'll still hold on tight, while you drift away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem, Grace!&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there if you ever need me.&lt;br /&gt;You were there when i needed to vent out anything.&lt;br /&gt;You were always there to give your fullest support.&lt;br /&gt;I've said this many times, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE THE BEST PARTNES,EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115391314325185724?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115391314325185724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115391314325185724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115391314325185724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115391314325185724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-is-my-sunshine-d-ive-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115383591948099208</id><published>2006-07-26T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:15:02.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;{/edited}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HOT CHICK- BOYS ARE SHIT AND LIARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boys are shit and liars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;their such a big disgrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they would tell you anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to get to second base.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;baseball,baseball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he thinks he's got all the score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if you let him all the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then you are a horn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hormollogy is to flowers,geology to rocks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the only thing they want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is a place to put their hand-roughted-thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but girls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dunt let them (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;boys are shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THIS IS SERIOUSLY HILARIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just uploaded most of the pictures into this post, but it took so long to load. and i know alot of you guys are gonna come and whack me cause i will be laggin your whole com. HAHA. so, well i decided to go and put in an album. maybe,tomorrow i'll do it. im too tired now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, NO MASS RUN today! :D teehee. but they changed today's timetable with thurday;s one. &amp; i detest thursday's timetable because it can really make you sleep. grace/amanda and i pon 1 whole period of history man. hahaha. we couldnt pon the 2nd one cause the next period would be chinese and if we ever do that, ms___ would ask where we gone to and stuff. then we're dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sujean and amanda are like the people that control me from using handphone in class. yeah. only half the class attended lessons today. however, we failed to convince the teacher not to teach. darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh, i suck at minesweeper flags. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; shimin got me hooked up to the bimbo song. tsk. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GALE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR MASTERS! :D ahah. &amp; put back your tagboard man. i wanna tag also cannot.  BOO. heck care about that lame guy man.  at least you know you have an admirer. haha :pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115383591948099208?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115383591948099208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115383591948099208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115383591948099208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115383591948099208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/edited-hot-chick-boys-are-shit-and_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115367097354116996</id><published>2006-07-24T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:09:33.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;warning: this post is gonna be real long. im sorry but i had such a great time(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;okay, so sleepover was like totally amazing! audrey got 124322394820948 movie cds there. we practically watched 7 movies at one go on the first day. so it was like 9pm-5/6am in the morning? yeah, around there. but as far as i know we watched exorcism of emily rose first then date movie,second, so that we could forget about all the gruesome and freaky stuffs that happened in the movie. &amp; the fact that it is based on a true life story makes it more scary. we got hungry after a while cause we din exactly eat dinner, so yeah, audrey brought out all her little snacks so that we could munch on them. if you ever munch on stuff like that for a week? youre gonna gain like 10 kgs man! hahaha! :DD shimin slept the earliest and we wanted to draw all over her face so that when she wakes up she will scream? but then again, we couldnt find anything that could be washed off after we put it on, changed our minds then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the first thing we did when we woke up was watch movie again? it was hitch this time. really, REALLY hilarious. good movie i must say. i know im really outdated, but still. heh. so, we just lazed around the house for a couple of hours then we decided to walk around NTU campus. its enormous, i tell you. but its good exercise after all the snacks. yeap. got to jurong point after that. we went shopping for shiyan's prom stuff. well, something like prom. mm-hmm. audrey is like sooo professional in make-ups and stuff. basically went around all the make-up corner to put on some make-up. we were like psychoing troy that only a true man puts on make-up. hahaha. made him a guinea pig to testing out the colours of nail polishes. oh well. (: he's such a sweetiepie. anyway, we spent hours at the shopping mall, time passes so fast. like snap, and its already evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when we got home, we started gossiping and stuff. audrey was telling us all about phillip and his ex-girlfriend and how awkward she feels because it was her friend. so, anyway she told us about how aunti geraldine didnt approve of it at the beginning, but then later on she let it be. the funny part is that the girl is real clinging onto phililip. she even made the first move! hahha. so when phil wanted a break-up? he told her over the phone and then she started crying real hysterically that made phil's heart turn soft. i cannot imagine my cousin doing all those stuff man! like he allowing a girl sit on his lap, holding hands in school? HAHA. omg, i was about to die out of laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp; i was smsing joel at that time, but then i got so fed up because the keypads got a little screwed up. yea, called him instead. then my cousins started to get really curious who i was speaking to. took the phone from me and started talking. they totally freaked out when they heard a guy's voice. shimin went reading my smses and hahaha her reactions are like drama man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we're celebrating daddy's birthday today cause tomorrow which is his official birthdate is a weekday. went to the restaurant and we had to wait for about an hour just for th food to be served!? gah! &gt;:( its like all the girls sat at 1 table and we were talking non-stop! how nice (: took 213454 photos. i dunno how im gonna upload all those but 'll figure a way out though. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;im set on going to america to study okay. its much better there. furthermore, i will not miss my cousin so much. goodness, i will not be seeing audrey for the next 4 years? phil dint even come back this time round. wouldnt be coming back before his 21 though because if he ever does, he has to serve NS. hahah. they dunt allow him to change his citizenship till his 21. weird huh. nevermind. i kinda forgot how he looked like already. &amp; its so hard to communicate because in america, they dunt use msn. yeah. but we made a rule that we HAVE to email each other at least once a month. if not, hehehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh, i cant wait for next week. we're planning another study sleepover. but this time round, it'll be from friday to sunday. then they'll come over to my school for AAD. im so exicted people! :DDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115367097354116996?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115367097354116996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115367097354116996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115367097354116996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115367097354116996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/warning-this-post-is-gonna-be-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115348128354480134</id><published>2006-07-22T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:01:00.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the handphone that feli lent me got confiscated today. fortunately, i was able to get it back. :D but i have to write a chinese compo on responsibility? its fine with me because its considered really lenient punishment already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, clique was by my side the whole time when i was down because of that. they really made me smile like no others can (: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A MILLION, ZILLION, YILLION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you guys, plenty plenty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;grace was accompanying me the whole recess because i did not have the mood to go down and eat. &amp; even though i did not ask her to get anything for me, she still bought some snacks up because she knew i was hungry. omg, HUGS! &lt;3 plus, she wrote a letter of encourgament for me too. even the way she wraps it up really made me smile. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"life's like that,sadly. you never know what's gonna happen, but what comes along is something great :D and that is the assurance that all's in God's hand. think about it, He has already have plans for everything and a reason behind them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is so touching (: &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gretchen was there to tell all the silly jokes about pineapple and blahblahblah. HAHA. (ya know what i mean). ;) well, that made me cheer up alot too. oh, and thanks for trying not to tease me for 1 day huh. heheh.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda/sujean/jane/linda/mel were helping me to get out of my moody self and being hyper once more. isnt that just sweet of them?! everybody say "awww!" HAHA. yesyes.  im really sorry because of how i was feeling we couldnt be camwhoring today! :pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELI! she did not even mind if i got her phone confiscated! she kept telling me that its okay and stuff. &gt;&lt; :DDD  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since grace was SOOO sweet, i decided to treat her to chicken pie! HAHA. then she had no where to go so she decided to come over to my house. walked from paragon to linda's house to mine! (: that's a great exercise! however, i still made her eat the ben and jerry icecream so that she could gain more weight! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepover tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im off to er, watching television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S GRACE GOT 129 FOR HER IQ TEST, GRETCHEN GOT 124, JOEL GOT 126 AND I GOT A FREAKING 106! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115348128354480134?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115348128354480134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115348128354480134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115348128354480134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115348128354480134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/handphone-that-feli-lent-me-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115338583075636674</id><published>2006-07-21T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:19:19.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my current single status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My declaration of independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no way I'm tradin' places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right now a star's in the ascendant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lappy(noel's way of saying laptop) is going bonkus. it blacks-out out of a sudden. -gasp! i just fixed it for goodness sake. oh, i like weijie's one. his is waaaay cooler than mine, trust me. it can even act as a mirror. hahah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, talking about black-outs. our classroom blacked out today. when i arrived at school in the morning, rachel and a few others ( i kinda forgot who they were, i was too sleepy man!) were walking outside the classroom. when they saw me they came to tell me that our class blacked-out blahblahblah and that alot of people havent arrived yet. &amp; i actually believed them. hey, i trust rachael, she looked so innocent! so, i opened th classroom door and sujean boo-ed me! :pp amanda said i was the only one who screamed! D: well, its not MY fault. i was half-awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school, as usual was fun.(: but i shant elaborate. you're going to just get more and MORE jealous of me. tee-hee XD&lt;br /&gt;oh, wait! one thing! sujean/amanda/grace/feli/gretchen/jane were all attacking me! )': they were depriving me from enjoying my bubbletea. they were putting small stones into my blouse okay! what the heck! booooooooo! then i was struggling so hard until i laid down on grace chair too! so, mr ___ came in and he thought we were fighting! HAHAHA. reprimanded us about we being sec 2s, not primary 2s. should be more mature yada-yada-yada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was one of the random days clique goes camwhoring. it was funnaye, i tell you! cause we were thinking of how spastic we can get and stuff. we even act nerdy, wore our skirts till it became a tube. well, sort of. hah! but trust me, if you were there? you're gonna laugh your ass out till you fall on the floor because of a bad tummyache! (; SOOO, photos will be uploaded in the future when i have the time. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAREAST,again, with grace/tania. went shopping for rings. :D &amp; i met chinhao there but i just kept quiet and he had to ask me to say hellooo. WHOOPS. sorry. XP well, must ya know, be coool. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,reason why we got rings,&lt;br /&gt;(grace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ur symbol of love (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE RING!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all that promises and oaths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's kinda like the ring takes up the place in our heart for love and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be removed only after entering into a new phase of life, when we're old enough for all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope that's after my important parts of education :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; grace ahzxz! wl, she slim down by 3 kg till she cant fit into her clothes because its too BIIIG!? geez. i hope she eats more potato chips every recess then hehehe &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; oh yeah! i've got a phone.SHH.my parents doesnt know about it.  (&lt;/span&gt;: THANKS FELI. &lt;3 &amp;amp; if you want to know my number, you can always ask me. i'll be more than willing to give it to you. HAHAH. right.&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/30271489-115338583075636674?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115338583075636674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115338583075636674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115338583075636674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115338583075636674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-my-current-single-status-my_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115331780908603843</id><published>2006-07-20T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:19:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i swear head prefects or vice-heads are scary.&lt;br /&gt;especially the guys. &gt;:s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA KEEP 20 TURKEYS AWAY FROM THEM!&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/30271489-115331780908603843?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115331780908603843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115331780908603843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115331780908603843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115331780908603843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/s-im-gonna-keep-20-turkeys-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115320882068509258</id><published>2006-07-19T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:15:06.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one day i will fly away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, maybe not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll walk and wait for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i always dread going to school early in the morning when i know everytime i go to school, so many fun stuff happens. especially with clique. maybe i should always just have a positive thought about school. HELL YEAH! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking as usual during recess, then when i turned around, i saw this few acsi guys sitting at one corner. yeah, so we didnt care and we went to tania's class. told her about those guys, was actually wondering if she would go hyper but we were wrong. surprisingly, wingyan did not give a damn either. get what i mean yeah? haha! anyway, zoey and chermaine were there too. &amp; you know what kind of crazy stuff happens with them around right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, apparently, chermaine found one of them hot. dared me to ask for his number, and i'll get 5 bucks. thats something good about being a girl man, get numbers so easily. hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this was how the conversation went,&lt;br /&gt;i went forward to th table they were sitting at,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trina:&lt;/span&gt; i think you're hot, and i like hot guys, can i have your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;-he was stunned. then he gave the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his friends:&lt;/span&gt; so, in exchange for his number will you buy the tix for battle of the bands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trina:&lt;/span&gt; how about you pay for me, and i'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his friends:&lt;/span&gt; its okay, samuel(that's his name)  will pay for you. he wants to date you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trina:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAH. -went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, it was crazily funny! but there was this group of seniors sitting behind them and they saw.&lt;br /&gt;oh, whatever. they dunt even know what the heck is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; gretchen i am not willing to flirt for 5 bucks okay! ahaha. it wasnt flirting :pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIED MARS BAR with grace/jane at far east. has been a long time since i ate that. (:&lt;br /&gt;i despise guys who give other people's number! "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now, what should i do with those numbers? &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i prefer the old you, i miss the old you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;{TAGS;}&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRETCHEN:&lt;/span&gt; im not the leader of KIDS! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOEL:&lt;/span&gt; since always? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KENRIC:&lt;/span&gt; you can treat me if you want to (:&lt;br /&gt;im always free for some food treat. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TANIA:&lt;/span&gt; eh, what the heck!?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;im not craving for love?&lt;br /&gt;i get love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i dun give a heck about those seniors.&lt;br /&gt;they know nuts about whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICOLE:&lt;/span&gt; no wonder she looks so young.&lt;br /&gt;i think shes pretty.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FELICIA:&lt;/span&gt; -bows down.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115320882068509258?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115320882068509258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115320882068509258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115320882068509258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115320882068509258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-day-i-will-fly-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115312287904420398</id><published>2006-07-18T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T16:28:15.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take you away from that empty apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You stay and forget where the heart is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday if ever you love me you'd say it's okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only everyday could be like today, that will be fabulous! :D school dismissal was an hour earlier than usual because of Olevels listening. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had chinese common test early in the morning. it isnt really as hard as i expected it to be. the comprehension could kill though. my answers for 5 marks questions were less than 2 sentences and my answers to 4 marks questions could fill up th whole page. &amp; the 6 marks questions had a little more than 5 marks answers only. furthermore, th part where we had to explain the meaning of the idioms? i did not even know what BOTH means. which means, i prolly would lose that 6 marks! damn, that's like 1/8 of the paper. i thought i had alot of time to complete th paper, but i thought wrong. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad this is the last science lesson at the lab. i detest going to the lab. its such a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come math lessons always seem so long? how come every math lesson, there would always be something that we have to do huh. how come i dunt enjoy math lesson so much! why does he always arrive for lesson so punctually. seriously, bet you never seen a teacher who comes to class even before the bell ring or right after th bell rings. never was he late. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english! XD its so different from math. even though i get punished more often during english than math. not that i care though. its kinda fun cause he doesnt seem serious when he scolds or anything. so, he was checking my tablet and i was reading jeremy's blog at that point of time. hah, so he saw, fortunately the font size was too small for him to be able to see. but he asked us to increase th font size, did as he said, quickly scrolled down to th prayer post and said we were reading some comprehension. surprisingly, he himself was interested in that post, asked me to sent it to him! :p im like how smart man. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut my fringe, and now everyone is saying that i look like tania from a certain angle. not that i dunt look like her at all. afterall, we're twins. but, i look even more like her now. hey, its not very good okay (sorry, tania) haha. fine, maybe SHE looks like ME, not the other way round yeah &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, lunch there with clique and huiying! jane,sujean and linda couldnt join us because jane and sujean had cca, linda's mama dunt allow her &gt;:( but we had fun anyway. intended to go and eat some similar shilin tawain street stall there, changed to pizza hut in the end. had so much time calculating how much we had to pay because the receipt wasnt th correct price and stuff. hahaahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huiying:&lt;/span&gt; i never seen anyone who could take so long to settle down before they can eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have th craving for sakae! hints. ;)&lt;br /&gt;oh, i think my posts are really extreme. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can't push a river, you can't make me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im como uno quebrado rompecabezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;{TAGS;}&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KENRIC: &lt;/span&gt;omg, why would i think that it is cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;even if you just bought some 60cents ice-cream,&lt;br /&gt;i still will not think that way, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; its not half full yet. i barely ate it.&lt;br /&gt;saving it for my craving times. haha. thanks again anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELISSA&lt;/span&gt;: cute=ugly but adorable.&lt;br /&gt;yes, one dimple is cute woman (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZIYING: &lt;/span&gt;hello ziying. :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICOLE: &lt;/span&gt;smiling and laughing A LITTLE! hah.&lt;br /&gt;still not good enough man.&lt;br /&gt;bet i will freak out if she ever is my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;nadia is MUCH better please. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;, IM NOT A BULLY OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;even if i wanted to be one,&lt;br /&gt;i can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; pass as one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYA:&lt;/span&gt; im not scory, MY WOMAN! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRACE:&lt;/span&gt; missing me so not much means you DO miss me, still.&lt;br /&gt;haha. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;oh, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ERNIE:&lt;/span&gt; bet i laughed more than you mrs asshole! haha.&lt;br /&gt;even when aisah came out i laughed more okay!&lt;br /&gt;my grades are going down. ):&lt;br /&gt;see lar. all your fault. TSK. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MICHELLE:&lt;/span&gt; oops. sorry girl. i changed already! :D&lt;br /&gt;aint i nice?&lt;br /&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/30271489-115312287904420398?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115312287904420398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115312287904420398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115312287904420398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115312287904420398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-you-away-from-that-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115305740150043206</id><published>2006-07-17T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:43:21.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quicky entry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keppel lost on sat. oh well, its okay! :DDD got my new bowling ball! yes, im SUPER happy. i think im getting a spare ball soon. happy trina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to keppel today! (: average improved. weiwei and bjorn were so patient in helping me with my roll. haha! well, THANK YOU! [: &amp;amp; yeah, slacked in the reception area with JAZ! played with all sorts of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply of tags next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum just lost 2 bottles of oil. hee! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115305740150043206?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115305740150043206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115305740150043206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115305740150043206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115305740150043206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/quicky-entry-keppel-lost-on-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115288001145054983</id><published>2006-07-15T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:33:41.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The miles just keep rollin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as the people either way to say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got free periods,again! (: yoo-hoo. everyone was rushing t finish up their flash project and pbl project. omg, i cant do flash for nuts. dunno where to start or anything. so... i seeked help from ZHIYI! (: oh, my saviour! hah! miss tan was so shocked by our behavior that she's giving us a GOTCHA. havent been getting one of those for a long time. BUT, during mr ___ period, we got scolded for being too noisy. how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he got so mad. or should i say, pretended to be real mad and became super unreasonable. i got chased out of class for turning around and laughing for that few seconds. wait, not laughing, giggle! what the! fortunately, rachael and claudia were already sent out for staring into their tablet screen. HAHA. so, we talked and talked outside class. then ck walked past, i stupidly shouted his name, thinking that the class couldnt hear. mr___heard, came out and seperated all 3 of us. made me stand directly in front of the door! &gt;:((( we still moved back together (: haha. whenever he came out we pretended t be doing something individually. it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like we obviously had to apologise! when he came out of class, claudia said "SORRY" rachael said "MR" i said " ___" hahaha. the first thing he did when he came out was to check our attire?! urgh! nevermind, i passed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english oral, waited for 2 whole hours!!@#$%^&amp; bleah. what a waste of time. i pity S3 group2. they had one of the fiercest teacher in the school as their ya know oral teacher. i got a nice one (: couldnt stop laughing even when i was reading th passage or descirbing the picture because i could hear laughters from inside the classroom. damn!  :p YEAH,and the conversation part was screwed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ms____:&lt;/span&gt; do you think insects should be treated the same way as larger animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trina: &lt;/span&gt;YEAH, cos they take up lesser place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea why i said that! &amp; i kept saying, " SO..YEAAAH!" ahhhh. this is so frustrating. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel got a freaking 35/40 for his :/  how on earth am i gonna score THAT high with th way i was speaking.&lt;br /&gt;but well, HE WANTS TO HUG ME SO MUCH. haha. im gonna be dead if he ever reads this. ah, nevermind [: haha. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;end of the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115288001145054983?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115288001145054983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115288001145054983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115288001145054983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115288001145054983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/miles-just-keep-rollin-as-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115277634498159610</id><published>2006-07-14T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:43:18.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open up the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loathe thurdays! the day always seem so long. the weather makes it worst. hot and stuffy and humid and all the stuff! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new girl (: she seems nice though i dint speak much to her. shes like at one end of the classroom and me on th other. i only asked her to smile so that i could see her dimple. aisah and co. says that its nice. well, she wasnt smiling properly, so i couldnt see clearly. i admire people with dimples man. they look so niceee. hahaha. cat's one is like super deep in. too bad mel's one-sided. :DD haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had history test and i was ultra slack. like i din even read the book at all.  even when shes revising with us, i wasnt listening to a single thing she was saying. yeah, so i was writing short paragraphs with nothing but crap in it. hahah.  they gave us this blur picture of the Singapore River and asked us to explain how Singapore is like or something. what the heck. couldnt even understand a thing. nevermind (: its only 10 marks. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew it, i AM down for math remedial. sickening, SICKENING! ): i detest staying back for remedials. pffts. its such a drag."/ im going to pass th next math test! then maybe i can be out of remedial. but it'll be on congruency. &amp; i dunno a shit on it. bleaaah. this is so,SO !#$%^ !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel so stressed because of art. THAT subject can kill. i have to sketch a horse out luh. how "simple" is that?! this is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;,&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE ICE-CREAM (:&lt;br /&gt;hm, i told you that you stalk my taste already right! haha.&lt;br /&gt;well, that ice-cream IS nice what! :D&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously shocked when you bought that brand, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could right those wrongs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115277634498159610?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115277634498159610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115277634498159610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115277634498159610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115277634498159610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/open-up-door-just-little-more-baby-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115269121528029331</id><published>2006-07-13T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:00:15.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/Copy%20of%20IMGP0916%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/Copy%20of%20IMGP0916%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;its been ages since the whole clique took a photo (:  aint we just sweet? hahah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUCKS  TO JANE FOR YOUR HOCKEY MATCH &lt;/span&gt;anyway. she was fretting so much this morning because she forgot to bring her contact lenses and when shes playing she will not be able to see. haha.  its a good thing feli has an extra pair of glasses.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been such a good girl lately. coming home right after school, even my skirt has become longer! im gonna keep this up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up my math test.  "/ i knew everything on algebra, but i did not go and revise probability. urgh! and guess what? half  the paper was on probability. im down for remedial already man. this is crap. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a new girl coming to our class tomorrow.  im so excited. wanna know who she is!  {:  i wonder if we can get along well with her. afterall, our class is like split into cliques and stuff. we'll see how it goes then. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traning tonight, history test tomorrow. tania dint bring that freaking history book back home! sickening. now, how am i gonna study for my test? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks, tuition teacher is here. &lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115269121528029331?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115269121528029331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115269121528029331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115269121528029331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115269121528029331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-ages-since-whole-clique-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115262321646033370</id><published>2006-07-12T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:06:56.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/PIC03598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/PIC03598.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MEL, THE MASTERMIND BEHIND THAT HIDEOUS HAIRSTYLE OF MINE &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115262321646033370?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115262321646033370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115262321646033370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115262321646033370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115262321646033370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/d.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115260382605165722</id><published>2006-07-12T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:14:09.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FINALLY, the zoo pictures! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/zooday%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/zooday%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/zooday%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/zooday%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMG_7665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMG_7665.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_7669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_7669.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMG_7652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMG_7652.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/Copy%20of%20IMG_7648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_7648.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMG_7619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMG_7619.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMG_7613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMG_7613.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMG_7632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMG_7632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMG_7618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMG_7618.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMG_7635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMG_7635.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in midnight conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; i asked for this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but you turned away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like some slack day for us because so many teachers din turn up for lessons. okay, maybe not so many, two. but i think it makes up to 5 free periods. :DD yooh-hoo. but it wasnt THAT fun afterall, everyone was so engaged with their tablet pc so we dint have anyone to play with. furthermore, sujean went for competition leaving poor amanda sitting there like a loner. haha! yeah, she joined grace and i then (: feli joined us too and we all sat on th floor and started singing. oh, we have decided! next,next sunday, we're going to grace's church then we're going to bishan for lunch. hey,so exciting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i got this from grace's blog anyway.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh myy, she's such a lovely girl :D And yeeah, i agree with what she says! (: The clique just help you forget every damn thing happening and woo, smileeeee xD I love them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yes, trina's like TOTALLY the best partner in the galaxy pleaaase. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And girl!! Don't care them okaay :D Guys ain't supposed to be so petty, so yaar. Don't care them lah xD Just gays. Hohoho! You have us by your side ALWAYS (: And i'm also here for you all the time yar! WE ALL LOVE YOU PLENTY ((((:  Even if you're a turkey :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay,igonore that turkey part. hee! its like everyone in the clique has an animal to represent us. but i dunno how on earth i got turkey. must be because im such an intelligent girl. so prettaye too. hahha. :p kidding man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we had english and remember that essay we were supposed to write? only like less than 10 wrote? however, he still asked us to finish up in 10 mins time if not we're out of the classroom. not that i care if i have to stand outside or not because nobody is gonna pass by though but he's gonna give out demerits "/ i hate it when he threatens us with demerits man. fine. that essay that i wrote was crap. sort of like blaming him for not being able to maintain the class discipline. i hope he doesnt read it, if not im gonna be dead meat :x amanda's one was funny. she said that behaving in class meant putting your hands on th lap, sit up straight and be active during discussions. HAHA. omg, i spilled my water right after hearing it so i looked like i pee-ed on my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to postpone math test becauseee there was prefect investigor or however you spell it. yeah, and the band has to be there to play th songs and stuff. if it was other class, i dun think th teacher would have postponed the test but the band dominated our class. 1/3 of the class was gone. and THEN, i had to go for that boring thing too. urgh! stayed in class till sya came and call me out to rush me there. but i havent wore my skirt and blouse yet, so i just changed in class. there shouldnt be a problem right? but MR ____ was there and he was like " haiyo, dun change in front of me." it was REALLY funny man. :DDD i wanted so much to stay in class with the BESTEST PARTNER luh. then we can play. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that prefect blah blah was extremely boring! be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cause vice-chairpersons just had to sit there and witness the ceremony. plus the countless number of speech? i was falling asleep, seriously. i can't deny that the dance was not bad though. (:&lt;br /&gt;time seems to past real fast. felt like last year's prefect blah blah was just yesterday. it was far more interesting than this year's. nevermind. i prefer this year's theme still, la auro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out to bjorn,&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON DUDE. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a promise unfulfilled-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115260382605165722?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115260382605165722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115260382605165722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115260382605165722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115260382605165722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-zoo-pictures-d-truth-remains.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115252360502363976</id><published>2006-07-11T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:30:43.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;you had me crawling so bad&lt;br /&gt;had me heels over head&lt;br /&gt;you got me easy, you got me easy&lt;br /&gt;tangled up in my head&lt;br /&gt;quit trying to hold and to help me&lt;br /&gt;cos, we're already beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;for me, its so easy to forget about all those sickening stuff that has happened when i get back to school. you see when youre surrounded by friends all the time, and theyre so fun to be with. even if you cant forget it, they will try to help you in one way or another. (: it gives you a really fuzzy feeling when we all sit around one table sharing our views and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of that bond of ours, we had to write an essay on how to behave for english because we couldnt stop talking during eng lesson. it was really funny cause he couldnt control th class at all, apart from showing that demerit ticket of his. &amp; then i had to stand in front of the class for laughing? nevermind. grace and i were acting bimbos. :DD its like we speak in THAT kinda tone and we squeal at almost everything. hahaha. she's like TOTALLY the best partner in the galaxy pleaaase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, our lit projects were shown during lit lessons, and most of them were acted out.  i must tell you, kelly brother is so,SO adorable. he actually agreed to help her act out as CHRISTOPHER BOONE. thats freaking sweet! [: then it came t my group's. i felt so embarassed. i was acting like some himbo in that video. afterall, im supposed to be a guy right? yeah, and we were the only group who laughed in the video. hahah. bet we can't go t aust at year end ): nevermind. we still had fun during that project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace and i were complaning the whole day cos ri doesnt have school today and acsi had theirs in the afternoon. not only guys like watching soccer okay! so many people in my class watched the finals. no wonder everyone was feeling so lethagic during lesson time. (: and i cannot believe FRANCE lost. its so sad. my dad lost money,again. hahah. had quite a few people to chat with today which is pretty good especially during history lesson. omg, killer. "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some tuition teacher is coming over soon. urgh! shes teaching my brother eng on wed and me, math on fri. but shes coming today to get to know us? i wonder if shes nice. i dunt like old teachers. hee! no offence though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not saying it's your fault, even though you can do more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115252360502363976?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115252360502363976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115252360502363976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115252360502363976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115252360502363976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-had-me-crawling-so-bad-had-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115245501273029382</id><published>2006-07-10T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:23:32.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;maybe not everyone in that group has the same thinking afterall (: im glad that someone told me how he really felt.even though those words are very common and are usually said very frequently, it meant alot during this point of time. touched me to tears. he brought my spirits up. thanks truckloads! im also glad that that someone whom i wanted so much t talk to during th funfair actually felt th same way too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he made me think why i should even bother about those friends who show attitude just because we dun talk t them and mention them in our blogs or whatsoever. true friendship isnt about all this is it? its about understanding each other and giving encouragement in times of crisis. its not about whether we talk to each other often or not. so what if we dunt? we just keep each other in our hearts and that will do right. it works for me though. isnt that just pure childish. ignoring someone over something like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im supporting FRANCE.&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/30271489-115245501273029382?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115245501273029382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115245501273029382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115245501273029382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115245501273029382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/maybe-not-everyone-in-that-group-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115242616165358842</id><published>2006-07-10T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T15:43:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im over with this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;this calamity.this chaos.&lt;br /&gt;it used to be picture perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now i know, forever is never true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the craziest excuse i ever heard. fancy not wanting to meet me because my life is all about keppel and friends there. what the heck. you say i talk about them too often, but how often do i talk to you that you even know that i talk about them so often? yes, i admit i do love hanging around them, alot. theyre fun to be with and stuff and im not saying youre not fun to be with too. but the main thing is that bond within us. imagine having spent years in that club and meeting them basically 2 times a week. meals together,cheers together. what dya think?!  the funny thing is that i talk about you guys in front of them too. and theyre not complaining, they dunt even mind.they dun stop meeting me just because of that reason. theyre not much of a difference from you guys man, then how come they can have this kinda mindset huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've enough of all those tags on my tagboard. why wait till now to tell me all about me? and who are you to comment on me. youre not some true friend of mine i bet. even if you are, then im real sorry. youre not true enough to know who i am. just scram off, would you? &amp;amp; ken, you dun know me well, do you? if you think im breaking you and tania up and someone else, think again. why should i even do that? why should i even care? its not like i benefit in doing anything like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do you really think those words dint hit me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;youre not the only one who appears strong on the outside but is actually sensitive on the inside. im sorry if i made you tear or whatsoever, i really am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i do cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, you dun really have to care anyway. i always think im right eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, thats the whole reason. that difference between you guys and club friends.&lt;br /&gt;they understand better .now you do know why, dunt you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its this wicked end that drifted us apart, now and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115242616165358842?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115242616165358842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115242616165358842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115242616165358842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115242616165358842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-over-with-this-whole-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115237491939480708</id><published>2006-07-08T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:36:45.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;went for nyps funfair in the morning (: usual. crowded place, but it was fun. ck came! :D hahah. but i had to leave after he come. what the heck! but anyway, i couldnt get to see my sis perform cos i had to rush for art. "/ but well, i had fun at art too! played around with that duster and mrs gray wasnt in th room most of the time cos of some visitors! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to rush for training even though we know we will still be late. I LOVE TODAY TRAINING! total ownage man! bowled 200 plus. hahahah. havent gotten that kinda score for real long! :DDD ben couldnt accept the fact that i beat him! (: none of the boys in my lane did. hahaha. got to boardwalk to have dinner. &amp; that place was only filled with bowlers. we were doing crazy stuff man. there was some time left in between dinner and inter-club so we started wandering around. spent most of our time above th lockers! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funniest part of the day was inter-club! :DD scream like some maniac! everyone did! including jess, uncle francis and everyone else! most of us almost lost our voice. well, it was worth it. own the other team 5-0! :DD but the last game was freaky. can die out of heart attack cos the scores were sooo close! like we won by 8 pins! (: all th supporters were sitting on the upper level and we were competing who could scream the loudest? im number 1 ! ownage again! but that ben always dun wanna admit. tsktsk! hahah. " if you duno how t swim, dun say your swimming trunk is big! " that was by ben anyway! hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw jonadab. din really recognise him at first. but then he was looking at me and he seem SO familiar. haha. today is a happy day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGS;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole; thanks girl, always there for me! :D&lt;br /&gt;heck about those losers luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ken; what dya think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah; oops! sorry. haah. will do it asap :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiaxin; haaha! YOU missed me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritated; fyi, im so happy being non-attached. betcha just jealous of me!?&lt;br /&gt;and im not trying to break anyone up. get your facts right first man.&lt;br /&gt;stop making groundless accusation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sya; hahha! :DDD mrs jackass! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP0774.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP0774.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP0772.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP0772.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIPPPO :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP0778.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP0778.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAMSTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP0770.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP0770.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOCKER WAS NICE [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/1600/IMGP0775.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6044/1889/320/IMGP0775.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RABBIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115237491939480708?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115237491939480708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115237491939480708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115237491939480708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115237491939480708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-for-nyps-funfair-in-morning-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30271489.post-115210682975985993</id><published>2006-07-06T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T15:30:32.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;how does he laugh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;how does he cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; whats the color of his eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does he even realize im here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;pe was surprisingly fun. we were supposed to play touch rugby but we pleaded mr___to let us play soccer. :DD haha. got whacked by that ball countless times but fortunately mine was not on my face or any sort. grace got hit on her shoulder i think, real hard, celestine on her face. it was like direct shot kinda thing! haha! i think our energy was mostly wasted on laughing. val was the refree and she aint doing her job! &gt;:D haha. linda always hold me back from attacking okay,then val never give yellow card! bad mousy!  BLACK TEAM IS A CHEATERBUG! :p we lost 3-1. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;im enjoying science lessons. apart from the fact that we have to go to the lab for lessons. i dun like the chairs there and everything else. we were having some kinda debate session. some disagree and some agree. WE WON. yay US. ;DDD we were trying so hard to prove our point, however we're always beating around the bush until ms __ has to keep rephrasing our answer to make it more direct but it means the same anyway. oh, we had to greet 4 teachers at one go today too! it was really funny, cause we werent really sure with the names so we just mumbled the new teacher names. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;HEADLINE NEWS! our group FINALLY finished the presentation today! (: im so proud of we. big load gone. now its, PBL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;my tablet is still not ready yet! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you could see what i see,that you're the answer to my prayers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30271489-115210682975985993?l=thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/feeds/115210682975985993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30271489&amp;postID=115210682975985993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115210682975985993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30271489/posts/default/115210682975985993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatbrokenroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-does-he-laugh-how-does-he-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Trina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nifaJAJk79w/TOj0ZojpChI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ooWbYO5a83I/s1600-R/16532_182971167509_650442509_2791695_4201339_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
