<?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-1130699184655333730</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:42:47.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GalWithABrokenHeart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-684262079194542167</id><published>2010-03-06T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:03:41.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbed Blogger for Tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dumbed Blogger for Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livesforeveryonebutherself.tumblr.com/"&gt;BLOG =D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-684262079194542167?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/684262079194542167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/03/dumbed-blogger-for-tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/684262079194542167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/684262079194542167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/03/dumbed-blogger-for-tumblr.html' title='Dumbed Blogger for Tumblr'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-7219732002096947543</id><published>2010-02-25T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:01:31.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Changing World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Changing World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pranav Mistry: The thrilling potential of SixthSense technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YrtANPtnhyg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YrtANPtnhyg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this video i started to wonder. With so much technology and the rapid change of it, everything seems to get easier to function. I mean he said one of the reasons of this invention is so we wldnt be sitting infront of the computer all day but with so much resources and thought put into all these are we helping mother nature or are we destroying her and our own lives? Just a thought..like all the metals and resources used comes from somewhere and the existing things we dun want has to go somewhere rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-7219732002096947543?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/7219732002096947543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/changing-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7219732002096947543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7219732002096947543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/changing-world.html' title='The Changing World'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-3042698929701470215</id><published>2010-02-24T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:05:19.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Paiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New tamil movie, havent watched the movie yet but the songs are so awesome. The lyrics OMG..entirely no words to describe em. Its sooo romantic, sooo good and so much meaning! I just cant stop listening to em. Cant wait for the music video to be out...now all the videos are just slides made with the stills. These songs are certainly on my 2010 Hitlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqMhka1Zls8&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqMhka1Zls8&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Kadhal Solla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajy2uD7R6mc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/anq8KDjHeqM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-3042698929701470215?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/3042698929701470215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/paiya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3042698929701470215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3042698929701470215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/paiya.html' title='Paiya'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-5775811174536193310</id><published>2010-02-23T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:49:21.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying so Hard to Concentrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trying so Hard to Concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs46/f/2009/203/a/8/Studying_by_Trii_Star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 360px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs46/f/2009/203/a/8/Studying_by_Trii_Star.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jus cant focus man! SUX!!!!! The image of the almost accident keeps flashing in my head, in my eyes. I just cant focus. I'm doing my work suddenly a blast from the past. What m i suppose to do??? I mean some of my friends try and talk my out of it but i cant seem to get it outta my system. Whats wrong with me?? Wads wrong inside my head??? I must forget T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So desperate because i wana study for my exams T_T. Nothing is ggoing in as always but got a few impt points inside my head. I need help =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-5775811174536193310?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/5775811174536193310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/trying-so-hard-to-concentrate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5775811174536193310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5775811174536193310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/trying-so-hard-to-concentrate.html' title='Trying so Hard to Concentrate'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-7140692492229255225</id><published>2010-02-22T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:31:41.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Undo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs18/i/2007/322/8/5/Undo_by_djsoundwav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 345px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs18/i/2007/322/8/5/Undo_by_djsoundwav.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done many things that i regret till this very day but it cant be undone in anyway. What is done is done right? But theres the problem...i cant never not think about the things i've done and not feel guilty abt it. Its like it eats me up. Embarrassing situtations especially. Example the almost accident last week i cant forget it until today. T_T wads wrong with me!! I cant sleep at night because of that...guilty for wad? I HAVE NO IDEA!!!!!!!! i JUST WANT TO SCREAM OUT LOUD. its not like i'm the only who makes mistakes everyone does and everyday. I just cant get it outta my system. You noe the feeling where you eat urself up..thats excatly how i feel. I'm beating myslf up for the smallest thing. CRAZY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-7140692492229255225?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/7140692492229255225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/undo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7140692492229255225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7140692492229255225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/undo.html' title='Undo'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-4553456120191399676</id><published>2010-02-20T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:53:11.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs42/f/2009/161/0/7/07b18b5a4f5ff8b9dda3940e8a5793b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 325px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs42/f/2009/161/0/7/07b18b5a4f5ff8b9dda3940e8a5793b6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i almost got into 2 accidents because i was in a rush. And until today i cant get it outta my head. I should have been more careful, yes. I feel so embarrassed and angry at myself because i cant stop feeling guilty. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. CRAZY ME. Theres a first time for everything right? I still cant believe what happened yesterday I use to be so careful =/ HAIZ...DISAPPOINTED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-4553456120191399676?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/4553456120191399676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/almost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4553456120191399676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4553456120191399676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/almost.html' title='Almost'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1785727634860289616</id><published>2010-02-16T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:52:25.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suppose to be Studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Suppose to be Studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I'm suppose to be studing right now for exams but i've been 'relaxing' so much I just havent gotten the mood to study. Hopefully i'll get cracking on things soon. So i when driving again today. Dropped my sister at tanah merah. Wanted to make a U-turn at the end of the station, but people were so kind. They didnt give me way to change lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on my way back home i stopped at a cross junction. There was a car cming towards me and i cldnt enter that lane so i waited. The idiot behind me horn -.- How the hell am I suppose to move off if the lane in front is blocked? So i ignored that fella waited until that car came out and when in. Haiz..now i noe why accidents happen, people are not patient on the road and they dun show signals blah blah blah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1785727634860289616?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1785727634860289616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/suppose-to-be-studying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1785727634860289616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1785727634860289616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/suppose-to-be-studying.html' title='Suppose to be Studying'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-2635793876923789544</id><published>2010-02-15T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:13:23.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Freedom Driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Night I took my sister on a drive around my neighbourhood. At first i wanted to take the van because i didnt want to take my bro's car..too much pressure. But my sista asked me to so i called him and he said okie. Starting the engine my mum came out and asked me to take the van instead because my dad was worried. I felt really pissed but i didnt show it. My sister insisted that i took the car and not the van and to trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked her of course for putting in a good word for me. We wen for like a 20 - 30 mins drive. I felt so good, for once no pressure no tension, with all eyes on me. I felt comfortable because my sister trusted me. She didnt even bother she was just singing to the songs on the radio and enjoying the ride. When to a car park tried to park the car on my own and i didnt it haha! But it was 3 empty lots but i was able to stick to my own lot. It was awesome. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-2635793876923789544?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/2635793876923789544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/freedom-driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2635793876923789544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2635793876923789544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/freedom-driving.html' title='Freedom Driving'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1330979793591003937</id><published>2010-02-14T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:13:31.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Study Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just been the weekends and its so boring i want to kill myself T_T. I got nting to do at home besides study. Feeling so trapped and I can't imagine how i'm going to suffer during the holidays. CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to see a car yesterday and i seriously fell in love with it. Its the Volkswagen Beetle. I always thought the car was cut but was it really good to drive in. I sat in the car and it felt perfect. It was BLACK! Major PLUS Point! with red seats. It was freaking spacious. I LOVED IT. My dad was about 70/30 to make the deal. But i duno why he said we'd bring my mum and bro to see the car the following day...which is today at 1pm. But i knew we werent gonna go..BINGO! I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are saying they are looking at a Subaru. This is how it has been for the past week since i got my license. At least i didnt get to see any car in person so it was okie to change their minds. But i really like the beetle it was perfect colour and all and they want to change their minds..it sux =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs27/i/2008/120/7/6/Sad_Finger_by_fatfatmcfatty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 320px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs27/i/2008/120/7/6/Sad_Finger_by_fatfatmcfatty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've pretty much felt dreadfull after getting my license. PPL keep saying I'm so lucky because my bro had to wait for 4 yrs before he got his own car and i'm getting mine so soon. It makes me so guilty and i want to share his car but its like I would have extra pressure on me when i drive his car. Plus I didnt want a car my dad insisted so i said okie. I didnt ask to be the lucky one or my dad's favourite (according to ppl). Ppl just dun get how miserable i feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1330979793591003937?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1330979793591003937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/study-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1330979793591003937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1330979793591003937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/study-week.html' title='Study Week'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-3314931128020485575</id><published>2010-02-12T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:15:45.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu Jahan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tu Jahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Song Awesome Lyrics (Hindi Song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Ever You Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be There Wherever You Are&lt;br /&gt;I'll Walk Together With You&lt;br /&gt;Just Like Your Skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If The Sun Comes Out ,i'll Become Your Shade/shelter&lt;br /&gt;If You Are Alone, I'll Become Your Shadow&lt;br /&gt;If You Are Disturbed, I'll Ease Your Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoz Of Your Presence Have I Learnt To Live&lt;br /&gt;You Have Spread The Net Of Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Have You Lost Yourself Or Found Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You Are, I Am There Too&lt;br /&gt;I'll Walk Like This With You&lt;br /&gt;Just Like Your Skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let The Gloomy Clouds Loom Over Me&lt;br /&gt;Let The Restlessness Attack Me&lt;br /&gt;Let Any Hurtful Talks Come To Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heart Always Thought Of Someone To Be Mine&lt;br /&gt;Someone Who I Won't Keep Secrets From&lt;br /&gt;Won't Open My Eyes; Perhaps It's A Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You Are So Am I&lt;br /&gt;I'll Walk With You&lt;br /&gt;Like Your Skies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-3314931128020485575?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/3314931128020485575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/tu-jahan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3314931128020485575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3314931128020485575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/tu-jahan.html' title='Tu Jahan'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-7372712539629813810</id><published>2010-02-11T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:31:29.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HR Wellness Presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HR Wellness Presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Resource Management Elective. We had to do a wellness presentation, almost all the group did on dance and seriouslly funny dance moves. T_T...my group we did a something very different from everyone we did something more slow and more exercise moves to manage stress and relax in an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Mun and I were wearing the exact same thing..LOL! We didnt decide to wear the same thing it just happened. After our PCC Presentation, we went to change and when i came out off the cubical we realised we were wearing the same thing LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S3OWFAP4tWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nwIwZIk9kvY/s1600-h/010220101033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S3OWFAP4tWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nwIwZIk9kvY/s400/010220101033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436854187876463970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Mun &amp; Me =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-7372712539629813810?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/7372712539629813810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/hr-wellness-presentation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7372712539629813810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7372712539629813810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/hr-wellness-presentation.html' title='HR Wellness Presentation'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S3OWFAP4tWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nwIwZIk9kvY/s72-c/010220101033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8484886454353788216</id><published>2010-02-11T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:25:17.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Graduation =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kelly Graduation =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally graduated, its like i'm freed from a jail..seriously! I havent really had the time to blog abt these and post the photos so i blog now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentations were taking forever but quite interesting. Woah..both the guest who came to observe us were so cool because they had the American accent =D..the guy had more of an Irish accent...ahhhhhhhhhhhh *Faints* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my certificat from him. Haha he said i did an excellent job but i didnt really care because he accent was irresistable!!!!! =D LOL yes m embarrassed lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S3OUqWKw92I/AAAAAAAAAr4/d2KfHfQ6v3s/s1600-h/280120101030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S3OUqWKw92I/AAAAAAAAAr4/d2KfHfQ6v3s/s400/280120101030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436852630392469346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S3OUp0GswoI/AAAAAAAAArw/_m9ZdZPnGZk/s1600-h/280120101024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S3OUp0GswoI/AAAAAAAAArw/_m9ZdZPnGZk/s400/280120101024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436852621248610946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S3OUpsqYGdI/AAAAAAAAAro/2-JZrZoUspo/s1600-h/20262_280963936381_525656381_3221969_1248663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S3OUpsqYGdI/AAAAAAAAAro/2-JZrZoUspo/s400/20262_280963936381_525656381_3221969_1248663_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436852619250768338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8484886454353788216?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8484886454353788216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/kelly-graduation-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8484886454353788216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8484886454353788216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/kelly-graduation-d.html' title='Kelly Graduation =D'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S3OUqWKw92I/AAAAAAAAAr4/d2KfHfQ6v3s/s72-c/280120101030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-7213890231628440242</id><published>2010-02-05T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:02:04.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your Birthday say about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What does your Birthday say about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs21/300W/f/2007/254/c/1/Oh_Noes_by_felineastatine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 135px;" src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs21/300W/f/2007/254/c/1/Oh_Noes_by_felineastatine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs19/i/2007/239/8/f/The_stubborn_crow_by_thomasdelonge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs19/i/2007/239/8/f/The_stubborn_crow_by_thomasdelonge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs22/f/2007/323/8/c/Wavering_Flower_by_ctrc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs22/f/2007/323/8/c/Wavering_Flower_by_ctrc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate, Stubborn &amp; Resourceful&lt;br /&gt;Beneath a controlled, cool exterior beats your heart. Passionate, penetrating, and determined, you will probe until you reach the truth. You may not speak volumes or show emotions readily, yet rest assured there's an enormous amount of activity happening beneath the surface. An excellent leader, you’re always aware. When it comes to resourcefulness, you come out ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorable Colors: Dark Reds, black &lt;br /&gt;Lucky Gem: Opal &lt;br /&gt;Strengths: Passionate, stubborn, resourceful, brave, a true friend. &lt;br /&gt;Weaknesses: Jealous, distrusting, secretive, violent, caustic. &lt;br /&gt;Charismatic marks: An intense look in the eyes, muscular. &lt;br /&gt;Likes: Truth, facts, being right, teasing, longtime friends, a grand passion, a worthy adversary. &lt;br /&gt;Dislikes: Dishonesty, passive people, revealing secrets. &lt;br /&gt;Best environment: Dark, sensuous places, any situation that offers power or rouses strong feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-7213890231628440242?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/7213890231628440242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-does-your-birthday-say-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7213890231628440242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7213890231628440242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-does-your-birthday-say-about-you.html' title='What does your Birthday say about you?'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-6904286223410162909</id><published>2010-02-03T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:09:30.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirited Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spirited Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oki i seriously hated the ending =(...why do they have to let go??? I mean his 'bond' was broken she could have told him and took him with her. HAIZ...the story was really good but the ending could have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIO9eoZuE9E&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIO9eoZuE9E&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KC7hWQLMMSk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KC7hWQLMMSk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-6904286223410162909?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/6904286223410162909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/spirited-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6904286223410162909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6904286223410162909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/spirited-away.html' title='Spirited Away'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-3310642582058492138</id><published>2010-02-03T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:57:42.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clock is Ticking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Clock is Ticking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my driving test tmr. I feel anxious but not like last time. I know I can do it but deep down i'm scared, worried i would panick for no reason. People keep telling me not to be worried and being so scared for no reason. They might have been through the same or maybe not but they are not in the situation right now, right then and there..it was before a long time ago or they have experienced the emotions but during a different situation...wadeva. I just wan it so bad and people whom are close to me know how much i wan it. I DUN WANA WASTE MY PARENTS $$$ ANYMORE. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-3310642582058492138?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/3310642582058492138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/clock-is-ticking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3310642582058492138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3310642582058492138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/02/clock-is-ticking.html' title='The Clock is Ticking'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-4744241949011447139</id><published>2010-01-31T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:17:30.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Temporary Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time FAVOURITE SONG by Carrie Underwood. I just love this song, it makes me wana sing along. Its slow steady and the lyrics not just right. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YyelEhTAhJU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YyelEhTAhJU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-4744241949011447139?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/4744241949011447139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/temporary-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4744241949011447139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4744241949011447139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/temporary-home.html' title='Temporary Home'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-4713759800935374727</id><published>2010-01-27T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:58:24.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26TH JAN 2010, ATTEMPT TO SUBMIT HR PROJECT REPORT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;26TH JAN 2010, ATTEMPT TO SUBMIT HR PROJECT REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e08e65718702d49" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e08e65718702d49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331147911%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40587C96F804F9E969F4B3C73F1DF4C321FC48BA.32278001D51ACB2DF8AED37AE8CBB94D5F138F28%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e08e65718702d49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCM-tlVFARVOUZdCsQuXrjX4rsWU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="425" height="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e08e65718702d49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331147911%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40587C96F804F9E969F4B3C73F1DF4C321FC48BA.32278001D51ACB2DF8AED37AE8CBB94D5F138F28%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e08e65718702d49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCM-tlVFARVOUZdCsQuXrjX4rsWU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside this video are my group members for my 5 modules =D. Charis, Trisha, Man Mun, Ramizah &amp;amp; Calvin. We didnt want to submit project late so we submitted it the night before. We stayed in school from 2 to 8pm after CJP Tutorial, editing, printing and consolidating our report. Trisha said I can work well as an admin assistant haha...Anyways, it was fun we had our joke n laughs and we were working so well together. I really enjoyed being with this group and I hope we dont get seperated, i'll miss them lots..YES MAN MUN I ADMIT IT =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-4713759800935374727?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/4713759800935374727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/26th-jan-2010-attempt-to-submit-hr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4713759800935374727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4713759800935374727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/26th-jan-2010-attempt-to-submit-hr.html' title='26TH JAN 2010, ATTEMPT TO SUBMIT HR PROJECT REPORT'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1589073826087770698</id><published>2010-01-23T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:45:01.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judged By The Flaws</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Judged By The Flaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/052/c/0/c050008399e437e0873ac8c0076de776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/052/c/0/c050008399e437e0873ac8c0076de776.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understand why people judge one by their flaws and not what they have accomplished in life despite these flaws. It is especially difficult for people who have the need to please others. Be it colour, gender, race, size or every category you and I can think of or just as plain joke, its just sad that these people would not open up their minds for a few seconds to think about how it may hurt the other party. People say i'm bcming unstable nowadays..truth be told, its because of these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still human,&lt;br /&gt;Not inhuman.&lt;br /&gt;I do have a heart,&lt;br /&gt;Not a heart of stone.&lt;br /&gt;I do have feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Not meant to be shown.&lt;br /&gt;I am still a girl,&lt;br /&gt;Not a boy.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes fills with tears,&lt;br /&gt;Not with sand.&lt;br /&gt;I get hurt too,&lt;br /&gt;Not shown to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1589073826087770698?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1589073826087770698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/judged-by-flaws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1589073826087770698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1589073826087770698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/judged-by-flaws.html' title='Judged By The Flaws'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-868068418845171886</id><published>2010-01-17T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:18:01.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noting on Earth Could Come Between Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Noting on Earth Could Come Between Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/22/Titanic_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 432px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/22/Titanic_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noting on Earth Could Come Between Them...Titanic's tagline. &lt;br /&gt;Titanic my all-time favourite movie hands down! No matter how many times i see this movie i never fail to cry. The best Love Story even better than The Notebook. I jus wish Jack didnt have to die in the end. Its jus so sad to see his dead body sink away into the cold sea. Although the movie doesnt exactly tells exactly what happened in reality, it is still a killer story. The characters Jack and Rose were played by Leonardo DiCaprio &amp; Kate Winslet respectively. Too into the movie?? Haha but they were very good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCy5WQ9S4c0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCy5WQ9S4c0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titanic- Hymn to the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wz1xA5kxVI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wz1xA5kxVI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/saalGKY7ifU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/saalGKY7ifU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing my work now....T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-868068418845171886?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/868068418845171886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/noting-on-earth-could-come-between-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/868068418845171886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/868068418845171886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/noting-on-earth-could-come-between-them.html' title='Noting on Earth Could Come Between Them'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1706489090408643905</id><published>2010-01-14T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:10:11.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO ****** UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SO ****** UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shldnt have opened my mouth abt it. I wen it would be a big blow up in my face. Worried abt wads going to happen tmr. Its going to be a long day tmr. I big blow up in my face. Feel like an idiot. Been so stressed lately I dono what i was doing. If they gang up on me..so b it i'm just going to put all my effort to keep my mouth shut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1706489090408643905?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1706489090408643905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1706489090408643905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1706489090408643905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-up.html' title='SO ****** UP!'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1160442364062478700</id><published>2010-01-11T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:26:58.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hanging On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S0s1F9l6ZcI/AAAAAAAAArI/tpSzV3bXXrI/s1600-h/5e3f1c900968a5378ec823545444a7a5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S0s1F9l6ZcI/AAAAAAAAArI/tpSzV3bXXrI/s400/5e3f1c900968a5378ec823545444a7a5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425488552647091650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on so tightly to this tiny string for weeks. This week i will be 1/2 way across. Next week i'll complete my course across the tiny string. I've held on for quite sometime..broke down on the way and trying to get back on track. But a lot has been going on lately. School timetable looks managable but with the uncountable projects in line i feel messy and unorganised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lost lately and i'm getting too tired. When i look at what i'm suppose to do i end up staring at the page or site for a long time. It's like trying to find a needle in a bunch of hay. Miserable yes please check that. I hate feeling lost when it comes to my school work. Takes me forever to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finish line is closing in but it still looks so far. Like ppl say when u wan time to move faster it will seem to move slower than it usually does and when u really need time it moves on faster than u'd expect. I need more time to finish this damn report but i just want to get it over with T_T. I can only handle so much. Ppl who know my situation advise me to take action but is it worth it? in a way it is..but i dun to blame anyone, they've done their part, jus of loe expectations. Haiz...Another day has passed and I'm still wondering in this lonely forest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1160442364062478700?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1160442364062478700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/hanging-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1160442364062478700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1160442364062478700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/hanging-on.html' title='Hanging On'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/S0s1F9l6ZcI/AAAAAAAAArI/tpSzV3bXXrI/s72-c/5e3f1c900968a5378ec823545444a7a5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8207427196656224963</id><published>2010-01-10T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:28:49.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are must watch videos!!!! It'll make ur day =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cx1We6GX4IM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cx1We6GX4IM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEtvcsqGipo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEtvcsqGipo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXo3NFqkaRM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXo3NFqkaRM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8207427196656224963?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8207427196656224963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/adorable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8207427196656224963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8207427196656224963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/adorable.html' title='Adorable'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-848163830268383184</id><published>2010-01-09T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:16:52.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didnt Expect this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I didnt Expect this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the week has been rather hectic than my usual timetable for a single week. My first &amp; 2nd week has moved along so fast that when i look back i cant seem to rmb what i've accomplished. And when i look forward i see my exams &amp; deadlines closing in. Well this week was rather hectic but i didnt break down because of the pressure from many directions maybe because of my expectations too. I'm starting to take it easy and move at a slower pace, but i hope i will be able to catch up during this weekend..but i have only tonite and tmr left to catch up. Is it enough? I hope so. A long list of things to be done for today and tmr, but i'm so worn out today. Shld i rest and gear up for tmr inside? Maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day at the dentist, i guess one of my worst nightmares is about to come true. As some of u know, my dentist was so kind and clever he decided to do some 'new technology' braces for me...turns out its not possible anymore if i want the treatment to be effective. I HAVE TO PULL OUT 3 TEETH T_T..WTF!! So many injections..i'd rather jump down &amp; kill myself. When my dentist said that, my face totally changed, although he explained why its the best solution..i cant seem to convince myself. I think one of the most impt reason is that my favourite dentist will not be able to do the extraction for me, shes on leave for a long long time, jus gave birth. So her dad has to do it for me and his scary T_T. Well i have to do it eventually and real soon according to my dentist. Haiz...why cant god just give me the perfect set of teeth or the very least no phobia of needles???? I hope he'll allow me to do it one teeth first then the 2nd one after a few months i dun wana be bogay for a few months...though it wun be very obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ME??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-848163830268383184?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/848163830268383184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-didnt-expect-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/848163830268383184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/848163830268383184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-didnt-expect-this.html' title='I didnt Expect this...'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-2657777781091022407</id><published>2010-01-07T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:30:41.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Giving Up =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my expectations are high or getting too emotional or angry over this 'small' matter. I'm going to just go with the flow for now, but i'm not giving up!..I'm going to do my best and move on its jus 3 wks..well not even 3 wks less than that...closing in to 2wks. I noe i've posted a similar ersion of the video, but after watching it i feel more confident that i can pull through for the next 2-3weeks! tHX JUJU&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-2657777781091022407?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/2657777781091022407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2657777781091022407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2657777781091022407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-up.html' title='Giving Up =('/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-380186047380757425</id><published>2010-01-06T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:47:34.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Shout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Long Time No Shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent shouted at my cadets in a very long time, but today i exploded. By now everyone knows about my passion for NPCC. I still rmb the wonderful moments as a cadet and wad i wld do to have to return and relive those moments with the excat same people. I take pride and honor when i wear my full uniform, hold the rifle or batons, when i execute my drills, give command be it as the PC or to my squad, do my best for my outdoor activities. But nowdays kids, they dun take honor and pride in what they do or what they represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously exploded because they disrespected NPCC. Like the Singapore Flag as Singapore citizens we stand up to sing the national song as the flag is raised. Cadets should think of themselves as 'NPCC Citizens'. Take pride in what they do with their head held up high and be proud to be a NPCC Cadet. I did punish them but i explained to them why, i made them see why it is important. I tried to make them see from my point of view, to change the way they look at NPCC, to learn to respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i was loud and kind of crazy, but i wanted to make a point. And i hope i got through to a few. Its time they made difference, rather than we change things and they dun adapt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-380186047380757425?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/380186047380757425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-no-shout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/380186047380757425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/380186047380757425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-no-shout.html' title='Long Time No Shout'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-4603028765150862116</id><published>2010-01-04T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:35:14.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Back to Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When away on Friday to Malaysia for the long weekend. Suppose to go Desaru to enjoy and slack at the beach, But we decided to go Famosa. When we got there it was like a dead island. Not a single soul but slowly there were cars. Upon reaching the water world we saw the crowd. But it wasnt much. We decided to head to Melaka instead in the disappointment. We werent happy about it cause always Melaka..BORING. But i was excited to see my favourite people. The hotel service was good until the second day. Anyways back to Singapore, i had fun but this weekend was for me to catch up on my work but sadly i did nting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-4603028765150862116?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/4603028765150862116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4603028765150862116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4603028765150862116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-singapore.html' title='Back to Singapore'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-3640511318691792067</id><published>2009-12-30T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:41:31.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT MY BEST DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOT MY BEST DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting since morning to hit 6pm! To finally leave TP and meet my sweethearts! GO RAMEN TEN..but after today my addiction is over LOL! duno y. It was really fun. Enjoyed myself alot will upload photo soon! It was really crowded practicaly every table was taken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my Kelly individual presentation and Test..I know madness man one after another in the same afternoon. LIKE WHOA! Anyways i didnt study for the test..didnt have time..getting worst at my time management. Read through the last 2hrs but practically half the time laughing around with Charis LOL! But i think i would pass because most of the questions i knew wad i was writing =P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation was hell. Seriously, i got grpmates from hell man. I thought my time was up that i dun have to do everything or be the one to give ideas or to push the group i thought secondary school was over. WTH man! It practically reminds of me secondary school whr i had to push my grpmates or had to do everyting myself! SO SICK OF IT. I try to be tolerant. But they have pushed me to my limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DUN CLIMB OVER GHANGAA'S HEAD OKIE!&lt;br /&gt;YOU DUN PUSH HER AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S JUS KEEPING QUIET AND PLAYS AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;BUT DUN PLAY FOOL'S GAME WITH HER!&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S NOT UR CHEW TOY!&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE DOESNT TAKE UR SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;RMB THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dun wan to take the intiative the least u can do is go with the flow and appreciate the one who is informally leading the grp. WTF MAN! do you know how insulted i was during my speech presentation. I'M GOOD AT IT! I LOVE SPEECH PRESENTATIONS. ITS SOMETHING THAT COMES TO ME NATURALLY AND YOU GUYS MADE ME LOOK LIKE AN S. I CANT BELIEVE MY TRAINER SAID I WAS SCARED! SCARED ME!?! DURING A SPEECH PRESENTATION....I HAVE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW I FELT OR HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks it been hell week, so much nonsense and so much hurt. Its not easy to put a shield ard and not let these things hurt you. But theres a break point for every shield. I think on a whole my shield lasted for a long time. But still its not fully broken..still trying to hold it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dun think u know me oki!&lt;br /&gt;Dun let me show u my true colours..&lt;br /&gt;because you wouldnt like it&lt;br /&gt;because its too much for one to handle&lt;br /&gt;because its who i am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-3640511318691792067?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/3640511318691792067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinner-with-my-np-darlings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3640511318691792067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3640511318691792067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinner-with-my-np-darlings.html' title='NOT MY BEST DAY'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1192834706506908867</id><published>2009-12-28T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:00:05.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday was suppose to be for to catch up on my sleep..but i was so booked and first day of school i'm feeling so tired. So many test cming up and its almost 2010.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the 2010 will be a better year, especially with the hectic schedule cming up. I was warned before i took up this electives..i guess i asked for it. I really really hope that it wouldnt clash with my Friday afternoon trainings. Y u ask? Because its like something is missing =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* PROMOTION TEST (TUE &amp; WED)&lt;br /&gt;* KELLY ATT. TEST (WED)&lt;br /&gt;* DRIVING LESSON (THUR)&lt;br /&gt;* CJP TEST (NEXT WEEK)&lt;br /&gt;* AND ONLY 38 DAYS TO TP =D!&lt;br /&gt;i really really really wan to pass T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1192834706506908867?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1192834706506908867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1192834706506908867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1192834706506908867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-7154785075099486827</id><published>2009-12-25T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:10:31.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Exciting Week Indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;An Exciting Week Indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY =P&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, our SSGT Han Ming was promoted to the Rank of Probationary Cadet Inspector. It was one of the happiest moments FOR ME THIS YEAR. Getting him through the selection period was one of the scariest moments and when he was in i was so delighted. Although he fell sick during his course period he continued to show his determination and pulled through. We are all very proud of YOU Han Ming. Especially ME! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS2xc0dVPI/AAAAAAAAApY/G5i7U_73XD4/s1600-h/HanMing%27sPOP09+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS2xc0dVPI/AAAAAAAAApY/G5i7U_73XD4/s400/HanMing%27sPOP09+(7).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419157212299613426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS2xB0CqII/AAAAAAAAApQ/hAHm1UNE63g/s1600-h/HanMing%27sPOP09+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS2xB0CqII/AAAAAAAAApQ/hAHm1UNE63g/s400/HanMing%27sPOP09+(12).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419157205050108034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS2wn9AJUI/AAAAAAAAApI/BlHD6qMp4wc/s1600-h/HanMing%27sPOP09+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS2wn9AJUI/AAAAAAAAApI/BlHD6qMp4wc/s400/HanMing%27sPOP09+(11).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419157198108370242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY =P&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my week started off with a Tiring but EXCITING Outing with my Loves and One Monkey =D on Sunday Evening. It was fun because we kept on shooting Nigel haha i tink he wldnt want to bring us out anymore =P YUP Tat BAD. We watch AVATAR!!!!!!!!!!!! It was an awesome movie...seriously no words to describe how mind-blowing it was. They have done a wonderful job with the movie and its definitely movie of the year 09/10! I finally got to meet my LOVE LILLIAN!!!!! We should do this more often babe!! LOVE YA =D, wen i get my license we'll meet more!!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS5gPQWiQI/AAAAAAAAArA/13t-mbtfcQw/s1600-h/Outing201209+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS5gPQWiQI/AAAAAAAAArA/13t-mbtfcQw/s400/Outing201209+(13).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419160215135619330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS5fpCQymI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Zz3OPR6bzkw/s1600-h/Outing201209+(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS5fpCQymI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Zz3OPR6bzkw/s400/Outing201209+(24).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419160204875975266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS5fdfO7NI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7l_rZNcJEnw/s1600-h/Outing201209+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS5fdfO7NI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7l_rZNcJEnw/s400/Outing201209+(7).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419160201776262354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS5fEnqQtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/wNB3m_DmuJY/s1600-h/Outing201209+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS5fEnqQtI/AAAAAAAAAqo/wNB3m_DmuJY/s400/Outing201209+(10).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419160195100721874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MONDAY &amp; TUESDAY =P&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December Training with my Unit. Well not so bad la. It was tiring i didnt slp so well. But i pulled through. It was Han Ming's first day as CI in the Unit but he did well =D I think our Unit is going to do much better as we are reaching a strong strength for active CIs. i saw someone i didnt wan to see. I didnt want to influence my CLs...seriously but i think they cldnt my anti-*** flu or sumting. Moving on i think the person new that they were not welcomed. Got the guts to walk into our rm with that shit face. * U! You're not bound to the Unit or the Cadet and you lose em...so ur not welcomed here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS47Bk40VI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dN9kg9B0cRk/s1600-h/DecT09+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS47Bk40VI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dN9kg9B0cRk/s400/DecT09+(10).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419159575808495954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS46suvkLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/4-27Qy_Lrx4/s1600-h/DecT09+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS46suvkLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/4-27Qy_Lrx4/s400/DecT09+(8).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419159570212688050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS450paUqI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/m6mx5cEkTv4/s1600-h/DecT09+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS450paUqI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/m6mx5cEkTv4/s400/DecT09+(13).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419159555157938850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS45tmW7BI/AAAAAAAAAqI/snfgBgtU-MU/s1600-h/DecT09+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS45tmW7BI/AAAAAAAAAqI/snfgBgtU-MU/s400/DecT09+(12).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419159553266084882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS45L7U4AI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kD4F6VxW8vo/s1600-h/DecT09+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS45L7U4AI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kD4F6VxW8vo/s400/DecT09+(19).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419159544227225602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEDNESDAY =P&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired and i couldnt sleep much to catch up on my sleep..puppies damn noisy in the morning. Anyways i got ready but i was a late anyways HAHA...cause i forgot i had to pack Yvette's gift. I made her cupcakes but the icing started to melt ady i so sad T_T. Met Han Ming and Yao Ming... The Ming's. They gundu play games with me hide somewhr and call me say i wear this n carry that T_T *slap ur faces* We took bus and reached our bbq pit it was really fun. Yvette and i planned to take each other's gift. I took her lot no. but she didnt have time to take mine but it was fated la LOL! there was 3 extra numbers so no one took mine and since we both were distributing the presents she got mine =P. Yvette's BF was kind enough to drop my Unit CIs and me. 4 of us sqeeuzed at the back and Han Ming was sitting infront haha he kept on jerking when Derek hit the break LOL. Yes i had my fun by poking him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS3WP9_MaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/lpJzM4jynL0/s1600-h/BBQ09+(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS3WP9_MaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/lpJzM4jynL0/s400/BBQ09+(20).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419157844505080226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS3V8CXirI/AAAAAAAAApw/zERgSmxVWcE/s1600-h/BBQ09+(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS3V8CXirI/AAAAAAAAApw/zERgSmxVWcE/s400/BBQ09+(23).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419157839154743986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS3VcVEWdI/AAAAAAAAApo/U2hvyHyY7fc/s1600-h/BBQ09+(57).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS3VcVEWdI/AAAAAAAAApo/U2hvyHyY7fc/s400/BBQ09+(57).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419157830643243474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS3Uw85c8I/AAAAAAAAApg/hYk-U7kO_Mg/s1600-h/BBQ09+(2)edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS3Uw85c8I/AAAAAAAAApg/hYk-U7kO_Mg/s400/BBQ09+(2)edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419157818999141314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Well these days are going to be my rest days at home T_T. Time to finish up reports and start up on any projects. I dun intend to go out, but i have a birthday party on Sunday i'm still considering whether to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-7154785075099486827?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/7154785075099486827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/exciting-week-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7154785075099486827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7154785075099486827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/exciting-week-indeed.html' title='An Exciting Week Indeed'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SzS2xc0dVPI/AAAAAAAAApY/G5i7U_73XD4/s72-c/HanMing%27sPOP09+(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-6316331986133932454</id><published>2009-12-16T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:18:25.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vettaikaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vettaikaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHxhTS9BBXY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHxhTS9BBXY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING CRAZY =D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO WATCH ON THE FIRST DAY THE MOVIE COMES OUT...THIS WLD BE THE FIRST MOVIE IN MY WHOLE LIFE I'M CATCHING ON THE FIRST DAY ITS RELEASED..BUT i'm a lil freaked caused he has a lot of fans in Singapore and its going to be raining people. Crowded with foreign workers...and frankly speaking I hate thoses places but i need to catch this movie its a must! its in my wishlist dudes!!!!!!!!!!! T_T...I GUESS I HAVE TO BARE WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE I GET TO WATCH THE MOVIE IN THEATRE THE FIRST DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-6316331986133932454?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/6316331986133932454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/vettaikaran_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6316331986133932454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6316331986133932454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/vettaikaran_16.html' title='Vettaikaran'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-6347277572203092032</id><published>2009-12-16T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:21:16.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Behind The Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Back Behind The Wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good driving again. On my way to Ubi in the taxi i was worried i wldnt rmb anything because it has abt 2 months since i sat behind the wheel. But today was different i've never felt so comfortable and free before. I knew wad i was doing and rarely got interrupted by my instructor. It felt really good. I'm already counting down to my next TP test. I really wan my license, then i can feel free to go around any where anytime i wan provided i have the car =D! I just hope i dun panic during the test T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 DAYS TO GO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-6347277572203092032?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/6347277572203092032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-behind-wheel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6347277572203092032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6347277572203092032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-behind-wheel.html' title='Back Behind The Wheel'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-4346483244428076862</id><published>2009-12-14T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:16:05.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramen Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ramen Ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why Nadiah gets all excited about Ramen Ten...because its good. Had my first ver meal there today. It was good. But i cldnt finish it...too much n i bit on a chilli that was so "woah". BUT IT WAS GOOD. I felt so bloated i only finished like half of was was in the bowl. But now i'm craving for more. I had Spicy Salmon Ramen YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took photos of COURSE =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SyZVknaXm2I/AAAAAAAAApA/Wo31YHdLETc/s1600-h/141209+RamenTen+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SyZVknaXm2I/AAAAAAAAApA/Wo31YHdLETc/s400/141209+RamenTen+(7).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415109689502833506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SyZVkJLQf4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/eD-6sRWYiKM/s1600-h/141209+RamenTen+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SyZVkJLQf4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/eD-6sRWYiKM/s400/141209+RamenTen+(8).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415109681386389378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SyZVjr6TkOI/AAAAAAAAAow/yxXe0hayH3I/s1600-h/141209+RamenTen+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SyZVjr6TkOI/AAAAAAAAAow/yxXe0hayH3I/s400/141209+RamenTen+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415109673530659042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen to popular gt a gift for CIs' Secret Santa 'thingy'. Kinda lame gift but its cute LOL. Then got myself 2010 organiser =D! Then wen to Simei got Snowy her things, food n stuff then got my Doggies, toys n treats. Kinda of expensive T_T but who cares =P LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home n i'm freaking slpy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-4346483244428076862?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/4346483244428076862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/ramen-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4346483244428076862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4346483244428076862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/ramen-ten.html' title='Ramen Ten'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SyZVknaXm2I/AAAAAAAAApA/Wo31YHdLETc/s72-c/141209+RamenTen+(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-5825181871748499107</id><published>2009-12-13T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:18:09.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the symbol of your personality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is the symbol of your personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a test, found it interesting so i post =D LOL. Certain parts nt very sure but some are true =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Golden Candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/09/11/29/roses_and_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/09/11/29/roses_and_candles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a rare creature. You are lovely in the inside, though you think you are weird. You keep to yourself privately, although everyone else thinks you shine. They look to you for comfort, and you never speak out of turn. You are the ultimate regality that everyone longs to be, but to you, it comes naturally. People think you are always bright, but there's a side to you tha tno one knows...you don't know how to express it, therefore, you take on art. You are exceptional at writig or painting or something creative. You might not be a professional at it, but you are not average. You are loved by almost everyone, you have good relationships, but if that relationship ends, you are not the type to get along like good friends again. Sometimes, you are also like the moon...always there in the night sky, carefully watching, cautiously guiding, loved, expected, and special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-5825181871748499107?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/5825181871748499107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-symbol-of-your-personality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5825181871748499107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5825181871748499107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-symbol-of-your-personality.html' title='What is the symbol of your personality?'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1602511486318595022</id><published>2009-12-13T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:34:23.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vettaikaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vettaikaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yet another post about the long waited movie by my HERO! =D I cant wait to watch it I am more excited to watch this than New Moon. And I heard VIJAY might be COMING TO THE OPENING =D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO FREAKING OUT MAN I TOTALLY WANA MEET HIM..I DUN GO GAGA For any celeb Yea nice handsome okie but nt until like hw i'm reacting to my HERO...His good-looking yes but nt like some girls who hav a crush on him, please my god i'm jus a big fan. Infact i became a fan because he looks like my brother and some other reasons like his good in his acting and talented and smart of course! I THINK I MIGHT JUS FAINT WHEN I SEE HIM INFRONT Of ME =D! T_T I WANA MEET HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS ESPECIALLY KNOWN FOR HIS YOUTH FANS AND THE LARGEST POPULATION THAT SO CALLED "WORSHIPS" HIM IS IN SINGAPORE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS THE ALL IN ONE TRAILER IS RIGHT BELOW =D...I CANT WAIT FOR HIM MOVIE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KLtoj0L2tYQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KLtoj0L2tYQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1602511486318595022?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1602511486318595022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/vettaikaran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1602511486318595022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1602511486318595022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/vettaikaran.html' title='Vettaikaran'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8960755111543604146</id><published>2009-12-10T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:23:41.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward - 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Looking Forward - 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow 2009 is almost over. SO FAST! I'm already starting to make plans and making up my new wishlist for 2010. Like taking up sewing &amp; piano lessons. I duno y but i always wanted to learn this two. But always something came up. Nows the time. Nowadays i duno wad to do anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SyD1eFQbp3I/AAAAAAAAAoo/jwYFmVRkIZc/s1600-h/MyBdae09+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SyD1eFQbp3I/AAAAAAAAAoo/jwYFmVRkIZc/s400/MyBdae09+(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413596649255315314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was 19 only 3weeks ago and i'm going to hit 20 in jan 2010 (not officially =D)..no more a teen and the following 21 T_T suddenly feeling so old. I mean not like grandma old, like grown up old. I've always been looking forward to my future, the next min, the next day, the next phase in my life. When i think back about all the stupid things i've done its depressing and funny..yes both at the same time haha =X..DEPRESSING CUZ I LOOKED REALLY STUPID AND Funny cause well its funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had to go back to correct any of those mistakes...guess what1?! i wldnt, even the worst moments there are memories. and they have made who i am today. This morning i was looking through all my photos and so much laughter. Yes sad memories came along too but there are almost nting among the infinite amount of good ones!!! I think one impt lesson i've learnt is to seize the day and treasure every moment and every emotion that is felt. YOU GUY OUT THERE DO IT TOO! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8960755111543604146?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8960755111543604146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-forward-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8960755111543604146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8960755111543604146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-forward-2010.html' title='Looking Forward - 2010'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SyD1eFQbp3I/AAAAAAAAAoo/jwYFmVRkIZc/s72-c/MyBdae09+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1612679490214156761</id><published>2009-12-04T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:56:16.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bad Day Yet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Another Bad Day Yet Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the title speaks out loud. First of all morning woke got ready to leave when i saw snowy's head hanging on her food bowl. i look my eyeliner n lightly touched her. She did move like she would or get surprised. I was afraid i opened the cage and too her out she was not moving not at all, she wasnt even wake...she died =(. Then her eyes slowly opened and she struggled to move in my hands. WHAT RELIEF! T_T. In school now and i cnt stop thinking about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wen i got to sch i was afraid i was going to bad late but luckly i wasnt. But durnig my kelly att only 2 of us were present me n the guy i **** (YUCK). I guess today he tried to be nice to me but i ignored him as much as possible. Moving on, i found out that i have attachment during my 2 week break...WTF! NO PEACE LA!!!!DAMN IT I NOE ITS ONLY 2 DAYS OUT OF THE WHOLE 2 WEEKS BUT IT STILL SUX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1612679490214156761?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1612679490214156761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-bad-day-yet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1612679490214156761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1612679490214156761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-bad-day-yet-again.html' title='Another Bad Day Yet Again'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-2895673371506996028</id><published>2009-12-04T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:44:15.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to be considerate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Learn to be considerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness...sitting at the study area right now and its like should this really be called study area? Freaking noisy la this year 2 class. Their teacher is seriously no comment...First of all no food and drink dude! He bought Pizza for em and i bet he was lazy to go down he ask the pizza man to bring it up and ask the class to cme up. WTH i couldnt even listen to my music...put so high some more they are so noisy. I was hoping that a teacher will come out and ask to SHUT UP! Eventually someone did from the 6th Floor. LOL!! they were quiet a lil very very lil then noisy again. SUX Man crazy noisy cant even listen to music peacfully. This people have to learn to be considerate all spoilt brats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-2895673371506996028?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/2895673371506996028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/learn-to-be-considerate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2895673371506996028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2895673371506996028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/learn-to-be-considerate.html' title='Learn to be considerate'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-4567101257375829746</id><published>2009-12-03T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:41:30.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAYATHRI HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GAYATHRI HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!!! Happy Birthday to my dear dear one! DUN WORRY I WUN FORGET YOUR BIRTHDAY BABE! =D...I Jus prefer to be the last to wish my beloved ones. Anyways YOUR 19 FINALLY!!! HAHAHAHA...Enjoy the years to come babe cuz next we are no more teens we are tys age grp (twen&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) ady. Study hard and all the  best for your tests life n future babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is for YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yolLqx6k1OM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yolLqx6k1OM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE YOU GAYATHRI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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YOU!!!'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8438093761491635149</id><published>2009-12-03T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:47:45.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked On to Taylor Swift Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hooked On to Taylor Swift Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her songs are really catching on big time and I got hooked to these two songs A Perfectly Good Heart and White Horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PEFECTLY GOOD HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_uJKPrKQQEE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_uJKPrKQQEE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITE HORSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFOAHZ9U6c0"&gt;Click here for the Music Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HYce7D7Ozo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HYce7D7Ozo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8438093761491635149?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8438093761491635149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/hooked-on-to-taylor-swift-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8438093761491635149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8438093761491635149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/hooked-on-to-taylor-swift-songs.html' title='Hooked On to Taylor Swift Songs'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-3043052898700748118</id><published>2009-12-03T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:28:04.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 FOR ALL...AND ONE FOR ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2 FOR ALL...AND ONE FOR ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hands to hold, &lt;br /&gt;Two legs to walk,  &lt;br /&gt;Two eyes to see,  &lt;br /&gt;Two ears to listen with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why were we given only one heart?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the other was given to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Someone for us to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-3043052898700748118?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/3043052898700748118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-for-alland-one-for-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Havent Met You Yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be studying now but i cant help it his latest album OUT! CRAZY LOVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HIM!!! HIS VOICE MY GOD! i SO WANA GO HIS CONCERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-9098936830514128208?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/9098936830514128208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/havent-met-you-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/9098936830514128208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/9098936830514128208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/havent-met-you-yet.html' title='Havent Met You Yet'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-9174508060514063655</id><published>2009-11-29T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:20:17.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vettaikaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vettaikaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Vettaikaran cant wait to watch it..my HERO =D! I LOVE VIJAY!!!! He look better in this movie more healthy. Anyways the songs in the movie are awesome bcuz lately the movies he was in the songs only okie la...like a while later it boring! Anyways ppl are saying it going to flop i duno y? I mean dun be so mean give him a chance afta all he is at the somewhat at top bcuz u guys made him + Its nt his fault its directors! They duno hw to capture the essence of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people are crazy u noe...I mean they say he keep doing the same kind of movies so predictable and boring, then Surya act in Aadhavan everyone say it would have been better if Vijay acted in that movie...but isnt a lil similar to his previous movie kuruvi? Like saving the DAD...HELLO PPL MAKE UP UR MIND U DUN WAN HIM TO DO TIS DUN WAN HIM TO DO TAT THEN HW!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i'm going to kill the person whp dressed him up for the song chinna thamarai WTH..SO UGLY U NOE!!! I was going to cry ady bcuz tat was hw horrible it was..i'm will strangle the stylist! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the longer version of the trailer enjoy. the tv commericial trailer is on my side bar =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5Bd-imxqwc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5Bd-imxqwc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-9174508060514063655?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/9174508060514063655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/vettaikaran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/9174508060514063655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/9174508060514063655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/vettaikaran.html' title='Vettaikaran'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8829669567938111956</id><published>2009-11-29T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:57:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazhthugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vazhthugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this movie translated to English Vazhthugal means Wishes. And i lreally like these songs from the movie. its nt a very new movie but its good. tHE LYRICS ARE SUPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cyz8XNLZB3o&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cyz8XNLZB3o&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is really awesome, i love the lyrics. So much meaning to it. This song cme rite after they decide to split for her family's well-being. I realy Like IT! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CepsknokZQU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CepsknokZQU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8829669567938111956?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8829669567938111956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/vazhthugal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8829669567938111956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8829669567938111956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/vazhthugal.html' title='Vazhthugal'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-6369230750440404727</id><published>2009-11-29T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:28:03.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAIN DEAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BRAIN DEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super brain dead la...i mean i can be a zombie riite now. My head feels like its going to explode any moment. Too much staring into computer ady. LOL true!! =D but wad to do all my work has to be done on the com...its either research or report typing but i got play oso la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink yesterday and today is like the most intense period non-stop report writting n editing. I wonder how my grpmates can handle it man. I have my music on but i cant seem to enjoy it. And pl always catch me at the wrong time. I mean i doing my work n ppl start asking me do things or calling me i mean they duno la but wen i'm totally free nting...seriously nting la. I think its like sum alarm or siren tat goes of inside their head saying GG is studying mus call T_T...NO COMMENTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana go take a break man 2hrs then back to work...this is even worst i need to prepare table on work passes soo much info to include...DAMN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-6369230750440404727?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/6369230750440404727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/brain-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6369230750440404727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6369230750440404727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/brain-dead.html' title='BRAIN DEAD!'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-7826370586561603872</id><published>2009-11-26T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:01:19.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space to Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Space to Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a huge load of my shoulder! So many assignments due in one day to top that a test as well..i feel so disorganise. especially last 2 weeks. Finally i was able to get back on track, well almost only. But i was able to finish my assignments on time. I'M GLAD =D! Now i need to focus on HR project, Mid-Sem Test (RHRA &amp; MER in one paper...stupid riite!) and PCC Progress Test next week TUE..RIGHT AFTER LECTURE WTH!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i just hope the during my 2 weeks of holiday i dun get too stressed up..i want relax and get mentally prepared for term 2 T_T especially since i've had a taste of my electives! Prepare for DOOM...=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog about today and NPCC BBQ TMR...GONA LIGHTS OUT SOON! &lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-7826370586561603872?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/7826370586561603872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/space-to-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7826370586561603872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7826370586561603872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/space-to-breathe.html' title='Space to Breathe'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-9084795682937837094</id><published>2009-11-22T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:32:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngee Ann City Christmas Fair 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ngee Ann City Christmas Fair 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome day...friends and sales wise. Health wise not so but i didnt show it out much. I didnt have sore throat but i was suffering my consequence for eating nutella the previous day when i jus recovered from my sore throat. I cldnt shout much and my voice was super 'SEXY' LOL! So i slept ard 2+ woke up at 6am D=...not enuf sleep and i woke up late la alamak took medicine so overslept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i met her and caught up with Sze Min at ION. Then Nadiah, Phyllis and Jia Hui joined us outside the train station. OMG it was kind of crowded with blue shirts..Yes everywhere u turn ppl in blue community shirt is gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was a blast and i wont forget it i made new friends =D Anisha, Daphne, Ken =D! it was FUN!!! I even had my nails done by Bernice =P...yes the same colours BLACK &amp; WHITE =P Poka Dots hahaha =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures in FB =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SwjMnWhKDwI/AAAAAAAAAog/nwKHLeducro/s1600/ChristmasFair09+(42).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SwjMnWhKDwI/AAAAAAAAAog/nwKHLeducro/s400/ChristmasFair09+(42).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406796329089896194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SwjMmzOiqlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/oePjxvjXvkU/s1600/ChristmasFair09+(37).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SwjMmzOiqlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/oePjxvjXvkU/s400/ChristmasFair09+(37).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406796319616576082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SwjMmg_mY5I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3xWZugL9xZ8/s1600/ChristmasFair09+(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SwjL_veBxOI/AAAAAAAAAng/n2PGcazQx7o/s400/ChristmasFair09+(6).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406795648592889058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SwjL_IvGSXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/jvIUqaORZ_8/s1600/ChristmasFair09+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SwjL_IvGSXI/AAAAAAAAAnY/jvIUqaORZ_8/s400/ChristmasFair09+(14).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406795638195505522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-9084795682937837094?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/9084795682937837094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/ngee-ann-city-christmas-fair-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/9084795682937837094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/9084795682937837094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/ngee-ann-city-christmas-fair-09.html' title='Ngee Ann City Christmas Fair 09'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SwjMnWhKDwI/AAAAAAAAAog/nwKHLeducro/s72-c/ChristmasFair09+(42).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-7057671096475293330</id><published>2009-11-20T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:06:41.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SICK =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder wad my teachers are thinkin about me right now....Weak gal? I'm not weak i've not been sick for over 6mths mayb even almost a year! My sprain leg MC ended on Wed and thursday i woke up with a sore throat and felt feverish maybe because of the weather. Then today I woke up late and not feeling well. No fever &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;! But sore throat and severe headache...HAIZ THINKING TOO MUCH..MUS not stress myself so much. Yes more datelines and projects in-line how to not stress myself! Mus stop playing FB FOR AWHILE LOL!! I feel so disorganised for the past 2 weeks. Mayb since the camp is over and after tmr big event at Ngee Ann City, i might be able to get back on track but i still need to move things ard to manage my time better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All e best to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR big day, Chirstmas Fair at Ngee Ann City...OMG! i not feeling well but I have to go cause i have to do Henna but i dun wan to get lectured by my teacher cause i got MC today and how come i there helping out T-T...COMPLICATIONS!!!!! Anyways come support us at Ngee Ann City!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-7057671096475293330?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/7057671096475293330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7057671096475293330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7057671096475293330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/sick.html' title='SICK =('/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8913503378432733647</id><published>2009-11-18T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:23:55.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Storybook WishList&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i have 2 storybooks in my wishlist. They are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;* The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas by John Boyne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope get these books soon. I heard the second book is realy classic and very touching. As for Heart of Darkness, well it was mentioned in one of 90210's episodes. The 'students' had to do a book report on it. So i did my little research on the book and its mainly used for English Literature so i thought it would be interesting to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8913503378432733647?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8913503378432733647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8913503378432733647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8913503378432733647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1316153800712948546</id><published>2009-11-18T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:01:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well New Moon is out in cinemas already but it hasnt reached Singapore yet. I'm just craving to watch it! And i hope ppl dun tell me the story..i heard its different from the book..PPL think i'm in love with Robert but truely i'm in love with the characters in the story. Maybe i do like him because he has done an awesome job as Edward Cullen. But then again he is fiction. Anyways i jus cant wait to catch the movie..its going to be a blast..especially for a twilight fan like mua! =D..k i'm not crazy...seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun mind reading all 4 books again. Comparing all the books i would have to say Twilight is the most exciting because that is where Bella finds out abt these creatures and where she develops these emotions for Edward. The other books their interesting but its just confusing because Bella cant make up her mind and blah blah...k i dun wana tell the story. But truely this is the first time i've bin in love with a story book this much. PPL critisize the writer's writting but i think its not too bad. Maybe some ppl cant put themselves in the character's shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1316153800712948546?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1316153800712948546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1316153800712948546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1316153800712948546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-5416900176113770219</id><published>2009-11-17T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:22:50.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16TH NOV 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;16TH NOV 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad! Because the ppl i care abt a lot didnt wish me on my birthday..i guess they dun care as much as i care abt them. Nowadays my attitute is more like y do i bother, they dun care i oso dun care. Its jus sad. I guess i have reconsider the ppl in my life..maybe it's the time in my life where my truest friends shine in my world of darkness. But right now i have no one close to my heart. just friends and more friends...but no close friends, no best friends. Simply put people are close to me but i'm not close to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-5416900176113770219?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/5416900176113770219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/16th-nov-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5416900176113770219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5416900176113770219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/16th-nov-09.html' title='16TH NOV 09'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-9117486502892500530</id><published>2009-11-17T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:16:09.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATC/STC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ATC/STC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was not all bad i guess. I wen in on the first night because i had ccn day at school. My group was certainly quiet but it wasnt so bad on the second day. Many of them started to speak up and share their comments. I tripped on the stairs running up and almost fell. My right ankle and thigh got sprained...haiz. But the day must go on. Ppl thought i acted to compensate my "fall". but i didnt m on 3 days MC now. I even walked from campsite to jetty with that sprain. It wasnt all bad, i was fine almost half the walk. Anyways back to HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-9117486502892500530?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/9117486502892500530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/atcstc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/9117486502892500530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/9117486502892500530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/atcstc.html' title='ATC/STC'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-4126366261961907413</id><published>2009-11-08T19:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:46:02.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanden Kadhalai =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kanden Kadhalai =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome movie!! and Bharath omg he looks so good! And Tamana made wonderful impact in the movie! This is must watch movie!!!! But they deleted one song T-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNCrZpw47wc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNCrZpw47wc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav song from the movie =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwGUk3katv4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwGUk3katv4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfk-qe1c9Ww&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfk-qe1c9Ww&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xSq78b-I4rE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xSq78b-I4rE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-4126366261961907413?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/4126366261961907413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/kanden-kadhalai-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4126366261961907413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4126366261961907413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/kanden-kadhalai-d.html' title='Kanden Kadhalai =D'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8147870367407720886</id><published>2009-11-06T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:24:58.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In school so Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In school so Bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my Kelly Attachment at 1215 today early not bad =D. It was really fun! We did role playing we interview one another...it was kinda stupid because for telephone interview we had to call our own office and talk over the phone to each other in the same room...We were not allowed to look at each other la LOL....I didnt do very well because it was really weird but i tink i did really good for the face-to-face interview. It not they interview us but we interview our friends thats the practice..cool riite!! It was not dry like the past 2 weeks. Oso Vincent our supervisor for the attachment is leaving in dec really sad lor!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8147870367407720886?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8147870367407720886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-school-so-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8147870367407720886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8147870367407720886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-school-so-bored.html' title='In school so Bored'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-5947916558474560625</id><published>2009-11-01T10:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:13:16.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Snowy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup my newest pet =) SNOWY...u guessed it a female Syrian Hamster. Shes super cute and i'm glad i got chose her because she doesnt bite at all. I got her a beautiful cage but i still need to get more accessories like tubes that she can run around in. Besides that i got her the basic things but the most cute part of the cage that i love is her house i got her a cute pumpkin house =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes really quiet but a little naughty haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Suz7-4QJOXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/g2Orj9I_JYQ/s1600-h/01112009468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Suz7-4QJOXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/g2Orj9I_JYQ/s400/01112009468.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398967110980942194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Suz8SZoIdpI/AAAAAAAAAnA/9zndi5hn79A/s1600-h/01112009470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Suz8SZoIdpI/AAAAAAAAAnA/9zndi5hn79A/s400/01112009470.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398967446357440146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Suz79zW-RmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lc8SMby_dK8/s1600-h/01112009466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Suz79zW-RmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lc8SMby_dK8/s400/01112009466.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398967092487538274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Suz8tVNeEhI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Gsne4cwT-DA/s1600-h/01112009469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Suz8tVNeEhI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Gsne4cwT-DA/s400/01112009469.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398967909028336146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-5947916558474560625?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/5947916558474560625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/snowy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5947916558474560625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5947916558474560625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/11/snowy.html' title='Snowy'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Suz7-4QJOXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/g2Orj9I_JYQ/s72-c/01112009468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-5885479526324595977</id><published>2009-10-28T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:54:01.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects lined up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Projects lined up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i have 5 projects lined up i cant believe it....jus second wk not even half way through. SO MUCH! AND Presentations of peer teaching notes OMG! iTS LIL TOO OVERWHELMING for just the start. I cant image how hectic its going to be. Well lately i've bin somewhat kept to myself except during project meetings. I just want to be left  alone but sadly thats not possible even when i'm home. Haiz...i gotta make a timetable and pray hard to keep up with it. Need to catch up on my sleep i seem to be very slpy during my afternoon lessons. All e best to me haha =X!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-5885479526324595977?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/5885479526324595977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/projects-lined-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5885479526324595977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5885479526324595977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/projects-lined-up.html' title='Projects lined up'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-5399240723412205799</id><published>2009-10-25T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:46:43.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies too FAST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Time Flies too FAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies way too fast to keep up with nowadays...My first week in school just flew pass me. Already 3 projects at hand..and truth be told..HR &amp; CORPCOM students are being warned to be prepared for a hectic schedule for the next one year. Well i starting to think that it is a good thing that i do not have to go for NPCC every friday anymore..which means i have more time to spend on my studies and projects. But somewhere it just doesnt feel right. I mean ever since sec 1 till now FRIDAY MEANS NPCC! its just a part of me is missing. Its sad true but it was bound to happen sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i ad my first attachment last friday. It was pretty boring but funny..i almost fell aslp because i didnt have enough sleep the previous night. I woke up at 5.30am so that i cld take my time to get dressed in my formal attire and still have time to catch the bus. Unfortunately i stoned for too long...i ended up taking taxi to sch, i was still on time =). I had so many things to do that evening, i had to go for NPCC, go for B.I.G Meeting and NPCC meeting...i ended up missing B.I.G meeting i hope Nadiah's not mad at me. NPCC meeting ended at 11+. Yvette and i rushed to the MRT station so i wldnt miss the last train. It was good to finally meet her after a long long time. Too bad she will not be there with me during ATC/STC. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-5399240723412205799?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/5399240723412205799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-flies-too-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5399240723412205799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5399240723412205799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-flies-too-fast.html' title='Time Flies too FAST!'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-7068546889857370903</id><published>2009-10-21T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:01:42.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my BEST DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not my BEST DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today wasnt the best day ever. Its quite sad and i wunt b able to forget it easily cuz i had so much expectations =/ WTH THERES always another chance. Its far away but it'll come. I was heartbroken n really sad n i really did cry its only because i had a goal in mind and i didnt achieve it. I'll try again n hopefully i can get it before i turn 20. Anyways thx to everyone who wished me luck n prayed so hard for me...sorry to disappoint u but i promise to do better =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-7068546889857370903?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/7068546889857370903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-my-best-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7068546889857370903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7068546889857370903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-my-best-day.html' title='Not my BEST DAY'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-3202763492385790036</id><published>2009-10-16T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:45:09.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;An Amazing Gift&lt;&lt;/span&gt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone can tell a story well..But this person is amazing she tells stories using sand n her hands. And the most crazy thing is ppl actually cry watching the stories she shapes using sand. Watch and u'll understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOhf3OvRXKg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOhf3OvRXKg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/snOg1y0LQEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/snOg1y0LQEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-3202763492385790036?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/3202763492385790036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3202763492385790036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3202763492385790036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-gift.html' title='An Amazing Gift'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-4385099850688826228</id><published>2009-10-13T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:48:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Interesting Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really an interesting video and i think everyone should watch it especially the young generation! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hds3jvjZY-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hds3jvjZY-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-4385099850688826228?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/4385099850688826228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/interesting-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4385099850688826228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4385099850688826228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/interesting-video.html' title='Interesting Video'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-6566278700906070891</id><published>2009-10-11T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:12:28.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment Briefing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Attachment Briefing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i got a phone call on Friday afternoon during my driving lesson. They said they were calling from Temasek Poly..i freaked out because i thought i had to retake some subjects again or got into trouble. But it turned out that my Human Resource Mgt(HRM) Module was starting coming Sem...but i knew that ady! The exciting and slightly scary part was it was an attachment module =O!!...The bad news was my holiday kinda got shorter because i have to report to school tmr for briefing and orientation on Thursday...ORIENTATION IN FORMAL WEAR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy wearing formal wear but i nid to get new shoes...i cant stand a whole day in heels and difficult in buss oso... anyways i cnt wait for tmr! Some of my frends were excited for me too because i'm gona get paid...but i dun tink, i mean its a module not an internship. Anyways Wish Me Luck Everyone! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-6566278700906070891?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/6566278700906070891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/attachment-briefing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6566278700906070891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6566278700906070891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/attachment-briefing.html' title='Attachment Briefing'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-6659939366492347909</id><published>2009-10-05T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:30:37.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.I.G Meeting last Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;B.I.G Meeting last Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe riite its abt last friday and i'm writing abt it Monday T.T..lately jus no mood, its jus been so boring..cant believe 5 weeks have past and left with less than 2 weeks to sch...feel like i jus wasted my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last Friday we had our B.I.G meeting for up coming events..it like we've bin kind of unlucky especially bcuz of the flu everything gt cancelled and stuff. Yea..so we got the Ngee Ann City Chirstmas Fair &amp; CCN Day coming up yup very excited abt it!! =D doing henna for both events and i jus cant wait..coming up with new designs like updating my "collection". We're planning Horror Night i guess in Dec afta Mid-Sems. Nadiah &amp; I we paired up to take charge..kinda freaked cause i really do wana focus on my studies and i dun wana too much things going on especially because its right after  mid-sem and i mean rite after i think on the day mid-sem ends...MAN! THIS MEANS a lot of planning and excellent TIME MANAGEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after planning we had to watch the movie for the horror night, STAY ALIVE...i love to watch horror movies but i get freaked real quick and stuff well at least i thought i got freaked real quick. Wei Ming was worst than me but i didnt find the movie scary and i didnt get shocked i found it pretty boring actually...like they get killed so fast..Eek BORING! Wei Ming was like Ugh! at almost every murder or quick change of scene LOL it was damn funny la! We had Fun!! Nadiah and i sat really close well i did at first cause i thought it would be scary but then it was jus super cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should do this more often jus a movie marathon for us =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-6659939366492347909?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/6659939366492347909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-meeting-last-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6659939366492347909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6659939366492347909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-meeting-last-friday.html' title='B.I.G Meeting last Friday'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1496532172117403279</id><published>2009-10-01T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:11:40.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIJAY NEW MOVIE SONGS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;VIJAY NEW MOVIE SONGS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES Vettaikaaran songs are OUT!!!!!! AND I LOVE EM =D of CUZ la...VIJAY ACTING WAD SO MUST LOVE =P..but this two is my favourite! I'm just hoping that this movie will be a super hit for him, especially because of the huge drop of Villu movie i curse the director and actress! its their fault not VIJAY!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the video song when its out! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIK8F2t2PEM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIK8F2t2PEM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2n77VSBsJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2n77VSBsJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1496532172117403279?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1496532172117403279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/vijay-new-movie-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1496532172117403279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1496532172117403279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/vijay-new-movie-songs.html' title='VIJAY NEW MOVIE SONGS!!!!'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-7633849197162064469</id><published>2009-10-01T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:17:22.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time i saw this video i cried...because of stupid people so many lives are gone but the most sad part is at 1:56mins its jus sad man!! I'm taking my license now...and i dun wan to be stupid. I was watching another video of a dog that was run ova or hit by a vehicle in the highway and another dog i guess 'friends' kept on hitting it to wake up only it didnt because it was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can people be so cruel?? Then i thought to myself would i hurt an animal like tat even by accident? NO I WONT! Even if i did i wldnt leave it in the street..and if it dies i wld take it some place to bury or something never a HIT &amp; RUN. so Drivers and future drivers think more than twice abt it b4 speeding, as a matter a fact dun spped at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8QxZJZfU5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8QxZJZfU5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1130699184655333730-7633849197162064469?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/7633849197162064469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/ad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7633849197162064469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7633849197162064469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/10/ad.html' title='Ad'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-551318149284655653</id><published>2009-09-30T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:56:36.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hindi Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun usually listen to hindi songs because i dun understand haha but this song its really something..bcuz the first time i listened to it, the lyrics in englsh were there and they are really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Jahaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErAcWfAHl3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErAcWfAHl3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dil Goes Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Up4uauPH6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Up4uauPH6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-2760151040584785556</id><published>2009-09-30T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:20:00.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Answering Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;School Answering Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS AWESOME!! 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At first i wanted to close it because i thought the lion would hurt them. Its amazing that predator can be so faithful to a human being. I dun see y us as people are not capable of such love or faith..NOT ALL JUST A FEW OUT THERE =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDZaWgf_bk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDZaWgf_bk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1868277653706702967?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1868277653706702967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1868277653706702967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1868277653706702967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-3475929931700857497</id><published>2009-09-27T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:40:40.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inspiring story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who need a real nudge in life this is for u. When i first saw the video i did cry not because he has no limps but because of how brave he is to face life and how many people he has inspired. He has definitely inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man with no legs and arms - Inspiring story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQPmY4nIjVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQPmY4nIjVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-3475929931700857497?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/3475929931700857497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiring-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3475929931700857497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3475929931700857497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiring-story.html' title='Inspiring story'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-5791521271152941608</id><published>2009-09-27T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:58:20.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Malaysia Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didnt expect to enjoy myself during the Trip because i just got my braces and it was hurting real bad. I got aboout 7 uclers during the trip T.T. But it was worth it. i got to c all my favourite people..my brothers, Anni and Sista =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Renaissance Hotel, Malacca. It was so beautiful and grand. I love the toilets because they were so elegant and big. The View was jus awesome u can practically see the whole of Malacca. Yea well of cause haha we were on the top floor. We got the Suite. There was an open club lounge service/room for people who stayed in the Suites. The people servicing us were very kind and polite. It really felt like we were on holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the first day wen we checked in something happened that made me mad. We were in the club lounge having high tea..well i cldnt eat anything so i was jus waiting ard for the rest, when this guy came up to the assistant and complaint abt one of their service staff. WTH! His question was "Why is tat guy jus standing there? His not even serving us..." Like HELLO! u have a pair of legs and a pair of hands go serve urself dude! Bsides ur wife is helping u take everything isnt tat enough?? I got pissed and i complaint to my mum tat his being so lazy and expecting so much. Besides the service guy was there to help clear the tables and empty trays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...We did do a lil shopping but i didnt get anything in particular for myself jus a outift for deepavali. My sis and i got a punjabi suit each in my brothers' store. I jus love mine its not too grand and not too plain jus nice...Well at least it saves me a trip to the place i hate the most in the whole of SINGAPORE! TEKKA Eek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-5791521271152941608?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/5791521271152941608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/malaysia-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5791521271152941608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5791521271152941608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/malaysia-trip.html' title='Malaysia Trip'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8674997971983078929</id><published>2009-09-27T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:41:35.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit-Up Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sit-Up Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie this is another super funny Video someone found and its jus so funny! I laughed so hard i cldnt even drink water...JUS WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Q6MaTRLVsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Q6MaTRLVsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8674997971983078929?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8674997971983078929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/sit-up-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8674997971983078929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8674997971983078929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/sit-up-challenge.html' title='Sit-Up Challenge'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-4656389843797193007</id><published>2009-09-21T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:22:40.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Home Sweet Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Singapore with brand new memories! Yup will blog about it tmr =D.&lt;br /&gt;But just wanted to blog about this before i forget haha..today on our way back when we reached singapore this old man driving a porsche tried to race my dad! Wah shld hav seen his FACE MAN! I happened to turn to his side. He looked at my dad's car with some * Face and speeded to overtake us..i got pissed man! Well i started to complain abt him and dad stepped on accelerator to kick his aged ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-4656389843797193007?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/4656389843797193007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4656389843797193007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4656389843797193007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-4730038212622931635</id><published>2009-09-17T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:42:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain is Finally Upon Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Pain is Finally Upon Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual people came into the room and started talking and woke me up from my sleep. My mouth felt really weird a little shakey when people talked...no idea why? I got up and it was fine no major pain jus a lil sharp pain on one tooth. Nothing i cldnt handle =). I when to brush my teeth and that was when the toot pain started! it was so painful  i cldnt talk or scream instead i was punching the wall, doors and banging my table! It feels tight and a little pain here and there. I guess i asked for it =/. NO PAIN NO GAIN riite? I cant even listen to music its making my mouth very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how i'm gona talk tomorrow. Maybe carry a notebook &amp; pen ard =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-4730038212622931635?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/4730038212622931635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/pain-is-finally-upon-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4730038212622931635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4730038212622931635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/pain-is-finally-upon-me.html' title='The Pain is Finally Upon Me'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-7466015282242780196</id><published>2009-09-16T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:49:00.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal Mouth Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Metal Mouth Freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was a busy day well kinda of la. Morning wake up at 7am run to make passport..then ran to polyclinic to collect medicine then came hm for lunch then wen for dental appointment. A pretty exciting day for me!!! Cuz I finally got my braces..hahaha yes m wearing em right now. It feels weird cause i cant really close my mouth and my upper lip feels bulky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brackets are smaller than i thought but i still feel like a metal mouth freak n nerdy. Friday training m not gona talk at all. Instructions will be written on the board instead =D!. I CANT SMILE!!! OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ Dr. said i shld avoid sweet food. I bought a chocolate earlier to eat before i put my braces and i forgot abt it and now i cant eat it. I mean i can but best to avoid riite. So m staying far away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE CHOCOLATE AND COOKIES &amp; CREAM ICE CREAM =( &lt;br /&gt;I'M A GAL WHO NEEDS HER CHOCOLATE AND COOKIES &amp; CREAM ICE CREAM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs10/300W/i/2006/327/0/7/I_love_chocolate_by_ch3rrycreamshaken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 437px;" src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs10/300W/i/2006/327/0/7/I_love_chocolate_by_ch3rrycreamshaken.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-7466015282242780196?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/7466015282242780196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/metal-mouth-freak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7466015282242780196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7466015282242780196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/metal-mouth-freak.html' title='Metal Mouth Freak'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-2082866809362087697</id><published>2009-09-15T17:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:40:12.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a huge fan of Twlight Saga..read all the books and watched twilight like 6 times ady and i'm still not sick of it. The story has sunk deep into me. I just love the story i mean its not like regular vampire story or the usual romantic movies its a little different and really makes me imagine and put myself in the story like i'm there watching everything. Well the trailers are out its been a while though..i really like this one below it's like a more say exposed version &amp; i LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUjiOHA7GAo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUjiOHA7GAo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-2082866809362087697?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/2082866809362087697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2082866809362087697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2082866809362087697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1153443589207569382</id><published>2009-09-15T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:31:07.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocal People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vocal People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my Friends on Facebook Posted this video Vocal People..No instrument, No sound effects, PURE HUMAN VOICES...LIVE THE VOCAL PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;Watch it!! Its super cool! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSMCKNkKyFA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSMCKNkKyFA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1153443589207569382?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1153443589207569382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/vocal-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1153443589207569382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1153443589207569382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/vocal-people.html' title='Vocal People'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8300663724549049922</id><published>2009-09-14T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:15:59.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today's plan Blew! I ws suppose to go for my x-class reunion riite well i didnt. I satyed home instead. Something came up and i cldnt go. Am sorry guys! I mean it might have bin my last chance to see samantha! cause shes going away to canada. She didnt seem mad but disappointed i think. We'll meet soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8300663724549049922?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8300663724549049922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/haiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8300663724549049922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8300663724549049922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/haiz.html' title='Haiz..'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-3975896161492752899</id><published>2009-09-13T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:08:33.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the title speaks for itself! I have no plan for my holidays. I mean ya i have NPCC and my driving Lessons. But thats only like 2 days a week. And usually during school days i'm so booked n busy with work one after another. Its just so annoying like u've been busy or always doing some work then suddenly holiday u have nothing to do, it makes me feel so tired for no reason. AND FREAKING BORED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO PLAN!...Nothing to do or study..its bugging me! HAIZ...so tomorrow is the reunion of class 1B02. My Year 1 class..m i excited?? More like 40/60 only T.T. 60% because i'm in no mood to go out and have fun (no $$ = no shopping) and 40% excited cause i get to meet my 'click' hahaha. We're having steamboat. Well i'll blog abt it tmr evening or the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wad have i bin up to lately? Well my dear Benji Boy sat on my cactus plant and it died! his big butt killed my plant =O. Anyways i was so bored i discarded the cactus and planted an onion...C THIS IS HOW BORED I AM!! But its growing really good haha. Gona have some fresh spring onion for soup or porridge. So thats all T.T, oh &amp; i was thinking of giving tuition but m scared that the students dun understand me or i give too much detail haha i tend to do that when i teach science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well till next time T.T...Still BORED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-3975896161492752899?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/3975896161492752899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3975896161492752899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3975896161492752899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-plan.html' title='No Plan'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-2451289975530468022</id><published>2009-09-12T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:58:33.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Mouth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Big Mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y do ppl think that poly life is so easy? Well guess wad its not! its every bit as difficult as JC. Yes JC u deal with more book-smart problems but poly do that too but we experience hand-on as well, example attachment u tink its easy to impress a stranger who is your boss within 3-6months. At least we walk the talk through attachment. So just get over it okie poly is jus as stressful as JC. So why treat us different? &amp; Dun tell me that my life is easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-2451289975530468022?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/2451289975530468022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/jus-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2451289975530468022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2451289975530468022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/jus-thought.html' title='Big Mouth!'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-6254553500454756336</id><published>2009-09-10T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:12:04.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Dunham</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jeff Dunham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys!!..Okie i know many of u might have heard abt Jeff Dunham &amp; Achmed the Dead Terrorist. And these are my favourite well all is very funnny la!! =D...ENJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubba J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/stzgan_uxlA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/stzgan_uxlA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achmed - Jingle Bombs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eKa0vLqh5OQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eKa0vLqh5OQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-6254553500454756336?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/6254553500454756336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/jeff-dunham.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6254553500454756336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6254553500454756336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/jeff-dunham.html' title='Jeff Dunham'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-6780059630719693062</id><published>2009-09-09T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:55:08.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Traveler's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just like Twilight, The Time Traveler's Wife is a movie based on a book. I haven't watched it yet but my sis said it is a nice story and interesting but at the same time a little confusing. Well i want to watch it hopefully real soon! Anyways i tried checking out the book at TP library and sadly theres only one copy and theres ady 3 request on it by the time i get my hands on that book it will be November T.T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other movies i'm looking forward to watch, G.I. Joe (Channing Tatum!!), The Proposal, The Time Traveler's Wife, G-Force, Aliens In The Attic, The UGLY truth (I LOVE both Katherine &amp; Gerard..this is a must watch!!!), AND OF CUZ MY FAVOURITE NEW MOON =D cant wait to catch all these movies..with my babes =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-6780059630719693062?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/6780059630719693062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-travelers-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6780059630719693062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6780059630719693062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-travelers-wife.html' title='Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-553036745413389983</id><published>2009-09-08T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:12:25.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachael Ray: Brides of Harris County</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rachael Ray: Brides of Harris County&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happened to turn on the TV and started to switch the channels when i came across this show well i've been a fan of Rachel Ray's Recipes but its kind of annoying cause she talks a LOT. So they were putting the last episode of this wedding she was throwing. It took place on 21st Nov 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no ordinary wedding. It was a wedding for 30-40 couples who have lost almost everything due to a natural disaster and couldnt have their dream wedding. This is where Rachael and her Crew comes in to make their dreams come true, maybe even more. I mean girls they usually dream of a fairytale wedding and i think RACHAEL &amp; HER CREW has give them MUCH MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more episodes to this event but my favourite part is the ending so heres the link go watch it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rachaelrayshow.com/show/segments/view/here-come-brides/"&gt;HERE COME THE BRIDES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-553036745413389983?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/553036745413389983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/rachael-ray-brides-of-harris-county_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/553036745413389983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/553036745413389983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/rachael-ray-brides-of-harris-county_08.html' title='Rachael Ray: Brides of Harris County'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-5138057632717850438</id><published>2009-09-08T11:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:40:26.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Met my Babes Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Met my Babes Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the best in months which seemed like years. Finally i got to meet my Babes, Ghaya &amp; Sara Best Friends For LIFE (BFFL). Actually Sara couldnt meet us because of attachment so Ghaya &amp; I visited her at CGH during her break times. At 1630h &amp; 1830. (less than 30mins) YUP we waited for her inbetween the breaks. We had ice kachang. I miss them so much and all the trouble and noise we made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we spent like jus less than an hour i was still glad we were able to catch up here and there. So once her attachement is over we will go out for a fancy meal and a movie i hope =) and definitely lots of laughter, noise and trouble =P. I CANT WAIT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part of the day was i had meeting at 5pm, well i thought so. I got ready  and was about to have lunch with Ghaya wen Eric calls and say "Where are you? Meeting at 2pm right?" =O i had to take taxi all the way, I can't believe i over looked the time and i wonder wad AC was thinking about me..Irresponsible?? T.T. I was 30mins late could have been earlier but my taxi driver decided to take a detour...i told him to turn right to BSS he wen all the way to CGH and U-TURN. Well meeting ended like in 20mins after i got there...i noe waste money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was pretty tired after the long day of travelling..after meeting wen back home had lunch then go see her with gaya. Its just been so long since i've really gone out with my friends not jus my BFFLs with all my other friends too. I duno maybe just no mood to do so during school days...guess its being brought forward to holidays as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-5138057632717850438?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/5138057632717850438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/met-my-babes-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5138057632717850438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5138057632717850438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/met-my-babes-finally.html' title='Met my Babes Finally'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-2774057618870796425</id><published>2009-09-05T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:05:21.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadbury</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cadbury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of u noe i go KUKUU for cadbury chocolate haha..and i love the wldn't it be nice song from its advertisement. Recently, cadbury came up with a new advertisement which is seriously funny but i kinda it has made a great hit, as it has caught many eyes..i feel like i'm doing marketing presentation. Well i'm not i just wan to share with you these videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant embed this video but u can watch it on uTube: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWEOHd9JNmk&amp;feature=fvw"&gt;Lily Allen Does the Cadbury Eyebrows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadbury Eyebrow - Official Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVblWq3tDwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVblWq3tDwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it was made - Comedy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUktMsD8WpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUktMsD8WpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe people actually go to the extend of this -.- LOL - Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/09D70xLQCqE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/09D70xLQCqE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favuorite Cadbury Song. - Different Versions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KMfG-sox00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KMfG-sox00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LY9LevHaA2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LY9LevHaA2Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EivjJrnZZM8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EivjJrnZZM8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-2774057618870796425?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/2774057618870796425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/cadbury.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2774057618870796425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2774057618870796425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/cadbury.html' title='Cadbury'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-3792852139092119176</id><published>2009-09-05T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:46:07.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i scared my Instructor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think i scared my Instructor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today's circuit training kinda Sucked! I kept making mistakes, which made my mood even worst. Then my instructor made me even more angry. Firstly, before turning into a slip road must turn head and check, which i did!. He wasn't even looking at me and after i turned to check he said u must check before u turn..after the turn he kept on saying i didnt check i didnt turn my head and check! -.- quite bad mood ady la. That was before entering the circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second incident was in the circuit i was moving into line to wait my turn to try the vertical parking. He left the car to chat with his friends showing me hand signs. after entering the 'line' he was still behind talking to his friend and i didnt know where to go? then the instructor in the other car horn at me! WTH everybody looking at me la..damn it so embarrasing. My face totally changed colour. He ran back and got into the car. All the way back i kept a serious face and i think it freaked him out. He didnt say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i noticed that my driving is better when i am in a serious mood. Not self praise but true =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-3792852139092119176?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/3792852139092119176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-i-scared-my-instructor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3792852139092119176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3792852139092119176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-i-scared-my-instructor.html' title='I think i scared my Instructor'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-5110588687069810182</id><published>2009-09-05T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:25:07.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Dinner was Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yesterday Dinner was Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like most Friday nights, i had dinner with my Juniors..haha it was fun. Poor Han Ming was sick, get well soon monkey. I kept throwing fries at Nuriz and it kept hitting Juliana LOL sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Jim my classmate in sec 1 &amp; 2 haha his so TAN! NS Mah. It was great running into him we had a nice chat. Juliana poor gal was waiting for me to buy my food, thx!. I brought the burger back home because i ate super slow, as usual. Then we were playing Game of Life on my iPod. It was kinda fun la haha Jeannette, Juliana, Han Ming and i had good laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira and Arshad joined us for dinner. We had a good time. And oso i got to know Amira. I mean were more like in a HI, BYE situation, but now we are better friends =) we also have something in common - We love to take photographs =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other table, Nuriz, Dennis and Yao Ming were chatting away. They were funny la cause Dennis was using Yao Ming's Headset and he started sway from side to side haha =X. Anyways it was an awesome time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me happy to see how united we are. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-5110588687069810182?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/5110588687069810182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-dinner-was-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5110588687069810182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5110588687069810182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-dinner-was-fun.html' title='Yesterday Dinner was Fun'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-3127527580728610490</id><published>2009-09-01T23:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:09:38.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mystery Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs5/300W/i/2004/328/0/9/_Dear_Mysterious__by_lostharmony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 426px;" src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs5/300W/i/2004/328/0/9/_Dear_Mysterious__by_lostharmony.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far Far away,&lt;br /&gt;In Mid-May,&lt;br /&gt;On a raining day,&lt;br /&gt;I laid on a bale of hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Distance,&lt;br /&gt;Along this rippling lake,&lt;br /&gt;An unknown freeze,&lt;br /&gt;An obscure nature,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a shadow of a tangible man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness fell upon me,&lt;br /&gt;That night,&lt;br /&gt;It was the very first night,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about my mystery man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no eyes,&lt;br /&gt;No smile,&lt;br /&gt;Not a single feature at sight.&lt;br /&gt;All was seen was his dark dark figure outline&lt;br /&gt;And colour inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no reason to see,&lt;br /&gt;What i saw.&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes kept searching,&lt;br /&gt;As his identity remains hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you reveal yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Reveal yourself for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to find me?&lt;br /&gt;Find me before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come wash my sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;Come stop this wait.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't i waited long enough?&lt;br /&gt;If not now, then tell me when...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-3127527580728610490?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/3127527580728610490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/mystery-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3127527580728610490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3127527580728610490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/mystery-man.html' title='Mystery Man'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-3733800588641164506</id><published>2009-09-01T13:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:43:02.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Awesome Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pretty Awesome Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Spy49WC4NhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/aZMEKSvigU0/s1600-h/B.I.G+BBQ+310809+(166).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Spy49WC4NhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/aZMEKSvigU0/s400/B.I.G+BBQ+310809+(166).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376375419202713106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday was BIG BBQ at pasir ris park. i've neva had a bbq at pasir ris and i gotta say its is very lonely there &amp; creepy at night. The whole stretch there were no BBQ parties but ours. but the scenery was nice. A lot of crazy things happened but the most funniest part was ard 5+. It was pretty cloudy but i knew it was not going to rain because the clouds were moving rapidly. It started to drizzle a little. But i told then it was not going to rain. Some of them did believe that it was not going to rain. But some insisted we move. Poor Alex he practically cooked his hands carrying the burning charcoal to another pit which was 10 pits away. T.T well i took my own sweet time i was packing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next funny part was by Phyllis. She carried the styrofoam box which was filled with water and drinks. I was walking towards her and i told her put the box down its heavy the guys are coming. She bent down and dropped the box and the water jus jumped right back up drenching her face and shirt. Poor thing. I didnt laugh oki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night but i was too tired because i had to wake up early morning to go collect the BBQ food. I wish i had my license then i can drive from and back home. Towards the end we were playing 'bluff'. I've never played that game before so i was pretty worried cause the last 3 had to eat 3, 2 &amp; 1 chicken. I was bluffing my way towards the end but no one caught me haha &amp; i was first to finish hehe. Darren &amp; Wei ming were taking foreva. so we just stopped the game and counted cards. Wei Ming had to eat 3 chickens n Darren ate 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated Caroline's Birthday. She turns 18 in Sept and she was not expecting it hehe Wonderful job everyone =D. We got her Merci Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun &amp; it was thoughtful of Darren &amp; Vanessa to drop off everyone at the  interchange. Caroline &amp; i on the other hand waited for our parents =P. Here are a few pictures from the BBQ more on FACEBOOK =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SpyxkYgR53I/AAAAAAAAAkg/jBMP4GuT5q4/s1600-h/B.I.G+BBQ+310809+(27).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SpyxkYgR53I/AAAAAAAAAkg/jBMP4GuT5q4/s200/B.I.G+BBQ+310809+(27).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376367293784778610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Spy2wF7Xg4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/KWHjHDPanv4/s1600-h/B.I.G+BBQ+310809+(23).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Spy2wF7Xg4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/KWHjHDPanv4/s200/B.I.G+BBQ+310809+(23).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376372992514687874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Spyxj0ijzuI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AiofggATb_g/s1600-h/B.I.G+BBQ+310809+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Spy08anheOI/AAAAAAAAAkw/B9CigcSwbZ4/s200/B.I.G+BBQ+310809+(20).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376371005203773666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Spy2yMNGYwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/L1dRiGFWMhc/s1600-h/B.I.G+BBQ+310809+(168).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Spy2yMNGYwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/L1dRiGFWMhc/s200/B.I.G+BBQ+310809+(168).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376373028559414018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-3733800588641164506?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/3733800588641164506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-awesome-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3733800588641164506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/3733800588641164506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-awesome-day.html' title='Pretty Awesome Day'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Spy49WC4NhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/aZMEKSvigU0/s72-c/B.I.G+BBQ+310809+(166).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-744605577520947656</id><published>2009-08-30T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:11:39.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Holiday Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;First Holiday Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow is B.I.G bbq..need to wake up early morning to go collect the food from the wholesaler then get ready to meet my friends at 2pm..hopefully m not late =D. I'm kinda excited abt it cause i get to meet my gals..and especially NADIAH!! cuz its been like foreva since we had a meal together and just chat. Charging my camera Batt riite now hopefully doesnt die on me half-way and i'm hoping Nadiah will bring her Camera as well =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking on the phone with my cousin brother, and we are very close haha both of us are 'NPCC FREAKS' hehe both oso CI =P. So he told me he got selected to become police officer and is going to go for 6mths training in Sept..I was speechless. I was so happy for him..maybe even the happiest person for him =) M so glad he got it and he's being posted to HTA for training. Congrats BRO! really happy for u! DUN FORGET TREAT TREAT!! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-744605577520947656?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/744605577520947656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-holiday-event.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/744605577520947656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/744605577520947656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-holiday-event.html' title='First Holiday Event'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-7542515920274626969</id><published>2009-08-30T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:10:55.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone Today =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Home Alone Today =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA today i'm home all alone with maid and aunt. i can make all the noise i wan =D..making my own lunch Yong Tau Foo later. I feel so bored cause got nting much to do around today. Maybe some online shopping? and i can't wait for my job to start, at least i will have something to do during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday i saw this beautiful fighting fish $12. quite big size. it was white with silver texture and red strips on the tail. It was so beautiful. I wanted to buy but my bro said he'll bring me today to buy. Once we got into the car he said "u really think i going to bring tomorrow is it?" =O EVIL!!!!!!! haiz..too bad i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-7542515920274626969?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/7542515920274626969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-alone-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7542515920274626969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/7542515920274626969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-alone-today.html' title='Home Alone Today =)'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8941867902708704525</id><published>2009-08-29T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:47:51.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Driving Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today driving was only an hour cuz we did circuit. Man!! it was my first time driving in the circuit and its super confusing!!! I even hit the kerb once because i turned too early T.T, But i nailed my parallel &amp; vertical parking hehe yay ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i shld be able to do a better job the next lesson and the lighting there is horrible its was pretty dark. So on the way back, my instructor dropped me, cant drive at night =.= he was speeding like crazy he didnt even change gear wen turning =X hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8941867902708704525?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8941867902708704525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/driving-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8941867902708704525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8941867902708704525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/driving-today.html' title='Driving Today'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-1648997883793435794</id><published>2009-08-29T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:35:55.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...BUSY DAY? more like WORST DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yesterday...BUSY DAY? more like WORST DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ard noon i was in meeting with my B.I.G Family =)..i was late haha. Then we wen to have lunch at century square..The cash deposit Machine sux. i put my note in..it counted 4 times and returned it back to me torn -.-. So after lunch we wen in different directions caroline n i took bus towards bedok interchange. I got dwn at BGSS for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during training i was really v sleepy because i havent gotten much slp the previous night well the previous 3-4 nights. Then last week the lecture was really rowdy so i had to dial up the tone to have a more 'quiet' room. Some people jus love to piss me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training 6 of us headed for dinner..on the bus one big scene, i do not wish to mention on my blog. BUT I did explode wen i gt home. Haiz...simply put dun tok to strangers. That person was lucky i was wearing my crested T-Shirt &amp; my cadets were there. NO FURTHER COMMENTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-1648997883793435794?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/1648997883793435794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterdaybusy-day-more-like-worst-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1648997883793435794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/1648997883793435794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterdaybusy-day-more-like-worst-day.html' title='Yesterday...BUSY DAY? more like WORST DAY!'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-5521461665741510294</id><published>2009-08-29T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:54:38.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Expecting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...I know some of you expecting to see a very 'unique' post on my blog tonight...but i decided not to blog about. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog tmr =) Very sleepy la..still havent catch up my sleep since exams ended yesterday..was busy doing new blog skin =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like? Dun Like?? Nice? Not Nice?? TELL ME ON MY BROKEN BOX &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone need new blogskin just let me know =)&lt;br /&gt;I'd be happy to make you one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-5521461665741510294?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/5521461665741510294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/expecting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5521461665741510294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5521461665741510294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/expecting.html' title='Expecting...'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-4763644156146480301</id><published>2009-08-23T22:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:03:49.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayam Ravi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jayam Ravi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mimg.sulekha.com/jeyam-ravi/Stills/jeyam-ravi_new09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 430px;" src="http://mimg.sulekha.com/jeyam-ravi/Stills/jeyam-ravi_new09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching an interview of Jayam Ravi..thats him (above). I just enjoy watching his Movie. He is a martial arts expert and a trained bharatanatyam dancer. His name is Ravi but people call him Jayam Ravi because of his hit movie Jayam(his first movie) or Santosh because most of his movies his name is Santosh. I like him because he has his own style and his very humble n of course good looking haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.indiaglitz.com/tamil/wallpaper/MOVIES/thillalangadi/thillalangadi210809_800_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 380px;" src="http://i.indiaglitz.com/tamil/wallpaper/MOVIES/thillalangadi/thillalangadi210809_800_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new movie is in the making right now, Thillalangadi and i just cant wait for it to come out. Thats the poster =D. His acting with Tamana. They were asking him questions about his successful movies..though he has acted in only a handful of movies they were all big hits except one, i think because the story was confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.7static.com/static/img/sleeveart/00/001/574/0000157453_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://cdn.7static.com/static/img/sleeveart/00/001/574/0000157453_350.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all-time favourite movie is starred by Ravi &amp; Trisha..Yup 'Something Something Unakkum Enakkum'. I jus love the movie and the songs. The movie is just so funny and romantic and it has my favourite male &amp; female actors. The storyline is wonderful and unique. I think i've watched it about 7-8 times and i'm still not sick of it haha =X. My favourite song in this movie is Unn Paarvaiyil. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...k till next time take care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-4763644156146480301?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/4763644156146480301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/jayam-ravi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4763644156146480301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/4763644156146480301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/jayam-ravi.html' title='Jayam Ravi'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-2232447585815821109</id><published>2009-08-23T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:21:22.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs49/i/2009/210/9/4/The_Magic_of_Books_by_Tammara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs49/i/2009/210/9/4/The_Magic_of_Books_by_Tammara.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup tats me tmr night burning the midnight oil. T.T i mean i would have studied today i really did try i cld only get one chapter inside my head =(...i cldnt sleep last night cuz the puppies were barking until 5am+..I was so pissed la cuz another reason i cldnt slp was because my wisdom tooth was growing...wad a great time it chose to grow during exams T.T if i get headache during the my paper i'm dead X.X seriously confirm mental block.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-2232447585815821109?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/2232447585815821109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2232447585815821109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2232447585815821109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-tired.html' title='I Tried'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-6895384438025349782</id><published>2009-08-22T00:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:41:24.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aadhavan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aadhavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favourite song is Vaarayo Vaarayo from Aadhavan...I jus love Surya but thats not y i like the song..but back to the movie first..I think Surya has so many great hits in the past year and i think his wife &amp; daughter have brought him great luck &amp; happiness...so best wishes to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the actress in the movie I HATE HER...I JUS HATE HER SO MUCH THAT EVERYTIME I SEE HER ON TV I SHOW MY FOOT TO HER FACE...Y????&lt;br /&gt;cuz shes a disgrace to indian culture..she wear so obscene...just disgusting...Trisha still oki la...but there are 3 ppl whom are a disgrace to the indian society&lt;br /&gt;Namitha, Nayanthara &amp; Shirya&lt;br /&gt;I mean they just ruin the respect of women, practically every movie or at least a song they wear so little clothes...plain AWFUL!!! Not only blame them for NO SHAME but the ppl who make them wear these clothes -.- k i jus ruined my own mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Y i like this song??? Because of the piano tune at the start..reminds me of twilight hehe, BIG FAN, OF CUZ =P. and the lyrics oso but towards the end the tune kinda..i duno not very nice i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres the song the video is not out yet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWEmqhgyHrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWEmqhgyHrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-6895384438025349782?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/6895384438025349782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/aadhavan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6895384438025349782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6895384438025349782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/aadhavan.html' title='Aadhavan'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-6075904954590300946</id><published>2009-08-20T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:05:14.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No motivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title says it all =O...i have no mood n no motivation to study. And to top that m so confused which subject to study first because all 3 papers are one after another and  all oso got so much to study!!! Haiz..T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i was doing first-aid on Hazel and he kicked me several times T.T!!! Painful...and i was not doing it for fun or practice he had an injury and he was limping around. He shld feel better in 2days or so..get well soon Hazel MY LOVE =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-6075904954590300946?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/6075904954590300946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6075904954590300946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/6075904954590300946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-motivation.html' title='No motivation'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-2835469502457572999</id><published>2009-08-18T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:03:54.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar: The Last Airbender =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Avatar: The Last Airbender =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i noe childish...but i enjoy it okie.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz firstly it makes me forget everything especially wen i m stressed up so cartoons are a good way to forget and relax =) cuz u'll be laughing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend sent me a site &lt;a href="http://www.animewoot.com/series/index.php?cat_id=12"&gt;Avatar: The Last Airbender&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; to watch the series..cuz i always miss it haha =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-2835469502457572999?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/2835469502457572999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/avatar-last-airbender-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2835469502457572999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/2835469502457572999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/avatar-last-airbender-d.html' title='Avatar: The Last Airbender =D'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8459019893420816745</id><published>2009-08-16T18:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:39:24.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;POP09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday was POP for batch06 and it was time for Batch07 to take their step forward and to lead their unit. I was kinda happy that no one cried bcuz if they cried i wld have broken down as well. I guess its bcuz i'm too emotionally attached to them..maybe haha and the fact that they will not be around much anymore is heartbreaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofdBYtwWNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_7PTwEN58cw/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(51).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofdBYtwWNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_7PTwEN58cw/s400/POP09+-+150809+(51).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370504096546576594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofdA_-wouI/AAAAAAAAAfo/g8S_oSGUtJo/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(50).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofdA_-wouI/AAAAAAAAAfo/g8S_oSGUtJo/s400/POP09+-+150809+(50).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370504089907012322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofdALk1ZnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/XO03u6pnvC0/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(47).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofdALk1ZnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/XO03u6pnvC0/s400/POP09+-+150809+(47).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370504075839628914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MISS YOU GUYS LOTS!&lt;br /&gt;Rowena, Jamie, Jia Hui, Xiu Ting, Yi Enn, Damien, Yong Jie, Zhan Peng and not to forget Moneky Han Ming =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parade wen just fine and we had our picture taking session. and of cuz not to forget the boot stepping session. MY GOD!! It was like they were taking revenge on me n my boots. And i slapped all of em hahax..yes violent n mean i noe tats me =) but it wasnt to insult em...jus for fun hahaha SORRY BTW =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we had the performances and ended the event. Abt 11 of us wen out to Pizza Hut to Lunch and Han Ming was being v annoying i sprinkled him with cheese and it looked like dandruff hahaha. Then shared my dessert with all of em it was Yummy =). It was a great day and i will never forget it..hope to c my children and monkey again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofeUIP5IzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/NMhlhf53Cts/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(54edit).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofeUIP5IzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/NMhlhf53Cts/s320/POP09+-+150809+(54edit).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370505518055498546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofeSryrjuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/eARPKnWifBw/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(78EDIT).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofeSryrjuI/AAAAAAAAAgA/eARPKnWifBw/s320/POP09+-+150809+(78EDIT).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370505493236911842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofeT7Q2aSI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4ACaPqPijF8/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(86).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofeT7Q2aSI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4ACaPqPijF8/s320/POP09+-+150809+(86).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370505514569853218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofeTOdPYLI/AAAAAAAAAgI/i6CPAyzOVVs/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(130).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofeTOdPYLI/AAAAAAAAAgI/i6CPAyzOVVs/s320/POP09+-+150809+(130).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370505502542225586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofeSMeLthI/AAAAAAAAAf4/TeGrYs665b0/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(107).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofeSMeLthI/AAAAAAAAAf4/TeGrYs665b0/s320/POP09+-+150809+(107).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370505484829439506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofftzRFG_I/AAAAAAAAAhA/8E301hZSADw/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(188).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofftzRFG_I/AAAAAAAAAhA/8E301hZSADw/s320/POP09+-+150809+(188).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370507058611559410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofftixRJ6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/OHW1hFojEV8/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(160).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofftixRJ6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/OHW1hFojEV8/s320/POP09+-+150809+(160).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370507054183163810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofftAxRAlI/AAAAAAAAAgw/NZoqCH3ODog/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(104).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofftAxRAlI/AAAAAAAAAgw/NZoqCH3ODog/s320/POP09+-+150809+(104).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370507045056348754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SoffsTxeYSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/oajVo59yYa0/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(151).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SoffsTxeYSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/oajVo59yYa0/s320/POP09+-+150809+(151).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370507032977629474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Soffr1hP3GI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rLyS8zpTPBQ/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(169).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Soffr1hP3GI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rLyS8zpTPBQ/s320/POP09+-+150809+(169).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370507024856505442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Sofg8FiVuxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/D3vWQ98Ohso/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(186).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Sofg8FiVuxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/D3vWQ98Ohso/s320/POP09+-+150809+(186).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370508403545586450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Sofg9BHb5bI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/acYXMY42nNA/s1600-h/POP09+-+150809+(177).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/Sofg9BHb5bI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/acYXMY42nNA/s320/POP09+-+150809+(177).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370508419538871730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tale of Two Temptation..it was yummy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8459019893420816745?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8459019893420816745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/pop09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8459019893420816745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8459019893420816745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/pop09.html' title='POP09'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SofdBYtwWNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_7PTwEN58cw/s72-c/POP09+-+150809+(51).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-170766495603440035</id><published>2009-08-14T11:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:24:01.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early in the morning at 9am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Early in the morning at 9am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning at 9am everyone starts toking and the dogs start barking...how to SLEEP!?!?! So i piled my head with 1 more pillow and my blanket but it did no good. HAIZ! Woke up at 10+...and my grandma n aunt were toking..shes wans to buy shoes and her the last pair she bought does not fit...so she gave it to me =D YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SoTYJwKXa_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/0bOMHtwJa9M/s1600-h/140809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SoTYJwKXa_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/0bOMHtwJa9M/s400/140809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369654317791276018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It a nice fit and sosososo comfortable but i tink its mayb a lil tight around my toe area...mayb cause i dun buy these shoe cuts haha. Will get use to NO PROBLEM =)&lt;br /&gt;I JUS LOVE EM!! firstly because its from DMK!!! My Dad's &amp; my favourite shoe brand..because awesome shoes!! ya they can be a lil pricey at times but wat the heck its of good quality. Even my current sandals are from DMK =D. Secondly is has gold on it which makes it look elegant =O &amp; the heel is not too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA True true next tym wana go shoe shopping bring me =) Wan to buy me shoes buy from DMK! I LOVE SHOES! ahhh yay =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-170766495603440035?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/170766495603440035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/early-in-morning-at-9am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/170766495603440035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/170766495603440035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/early-in-morning-at-9am.html' title='Early in the morning at 9am'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SoTYJwKXa_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/0bOMHtwJa9M/s72-c/140809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-8101015718955823325</id><published>2009-08-13T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:03:16.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my Fav Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One of my Fav Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the song You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift. I was searching for the music video and i found this..its funny &amp; super creepy check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5bL5mZk8hk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5bL5mZk8hk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways heres the music video of Taylor Swift - You Belong to Me&lt;br /&gt;I jus Love it and i Love the lyrics =) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=57004495"&gt;Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="500px" height="435px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=57004495,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=57004495,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-8101015718955823325?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/8101015718955823325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-of-my-fav-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8101015718955823325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/8101015718955823325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-of-my-fav-song.html' title='One of my Fav Song'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130699184655333730.post-5254037288530430317</id><published>2009-08-12T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:14:06.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BAD DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really a BAD DAY! Let me walk u through this stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i woke up super late..9am my Driving Lesson i woke up at 8.40am! =O (I did bath before i go oki!). i was late by 10mins =( MY INSTRUCTOR WAS WAITING OUTSIDE MY HSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go back home get ready for school which i needed to leave for in an hour..i cldnt find some things T.T..i was late for school took cab =/ then almost kenna accident with another taxi aiyo!! I made it on time. And i had to like spend $10 on markers for my freehand drawing i mean i dun mind but its jus for one project...haizz. Then my day kinda picked up because i met my friends and we had a nice time during lunch &amp; took part in the CSC 'WALK FOR RICE' event every 100m = 1 bowl of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during lecture after promoting the 1 star canoein course i wen to collect my mask from my U.ART teacher i had to wait outside for 20mins+ then wen i got it my phone died on me! On my way back i noticed my lecture grp was leaving n i cldnt find my frends outside n cldnt call oso cuz phone no batt. Thank god they were still inside LT. Then i had to rush through my freehand drawing during MBS. My teacher was so kind he new wad i was doing during his lesson n he didnt say anyting. Jac helped me with the colouring -thanks!!-. I walked so fast my legs wen numb frm bus to eng sch to the 5th floor wen i submitted it he gave me a stupid grade!!! WT* i was so pissed i walked back to class and stomped in n banged the table n threw my work on the table. To top tat i was having headache n i felt like throwing up. But Mr Phua seriously made my day. MBS, the subject i kinda hate because i studied so hard for it n i didnt do well enuf for mid-sem, my overall coursework i gt an A!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad day still continues. headache got worst on the way back. Wen i got home there was no one was downstairs to open the door i waited for 5mins n got pissed and rang the bell like crazy!!! I think i freaked my grandma n i woke my sista up..i felt so bad =/ then i skipped lunch to eat at hm n wen i gt hm at 1730h there was nting to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this day get any worst?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130699184655333730-5254037288530430317?l=memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/feeds/5254037288530430317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5254037288530430317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130699184655333730/posts/default/5254037288530430317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofabrokenheartt.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-day.html' title='BAD DAY!'/><author><name>GgHaNgAaA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaSdAEpnY3E/SjyynkMRqNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qCcghjZI3fc/S220/Image004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
