<?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-7204531</id><updated>2011-09-24T02:29:27.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and all i want is you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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nothing here till ... i don't know when. and basically, my life is just too uneventful and boring and i'm too lazy to try to think of something to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm not coming back in june this year (cause of some stuff regarding Australian driver's license), i might update the calendar or something if i remember to, but don't hold your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye y'all. till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-3016355794740244257?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3016355794740244257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=3016355794740244257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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it was quite simple and similar to the examples in tuts and all. but when it came down to actually doing it, it was actually more difficult. the lecturer changed it such that we would get confused. and damnit, the question the housemate and i thought wouldn't come out actually did. shit x100000! and i only had like 3hours, at most, sleep the night before. was studying and checking some stuff with the housemate till 4am but just couldn't fall asleep till 5am. and the damn paper had to be at 930am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, it's over. as long as i pass the exam i'm happy. cause failing the exam would mean that i have to do the whole unit again. and i really don't want that. i don't want to get that sucky tutor again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commercial banking next. hope it's alright. the stuff before mid-sem is the stuff i actually understand. but the exam isn't gonna have anything much from before the mid-sem. sigh. gotta do well for this exam since i failed the mid-sem, got 55% for the assignment, and the weightage for tut participation is just enough to cover the marks i lost in mid-sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-4055372341155811725?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4055372341155811725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=4055372341155811725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/4055372341155811725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/4055372341155811725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-down-2-to-go.html' title='1 down 2 to go'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-7776936328821058558</id><published>2007-11-06T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T02:53:26.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as the tears become rivers</title><content type='html'>maybe heaven was never meant for me. maybe the destination i'm heading towards is really the wrong one. maybe my life was the way it was because it was never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew how much that affected me. never fathomed how much i'd lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so difficult for me to just live with it. was i that broken that the pieces can no longer fit together like they should? am i so screwed up that no matter what i do, i'll never find what i'm looking for? and even if i did, have i lost so much that i can't keep what i've found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crying as i'm typing this. it hurts so much. to know that all that i've lost could cause me to lose even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it. i fucking hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-7776936328821058558?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7776936328821058558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=7776936328821058558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm still a long way off. too impatient i am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know if i can last till the end of this road. it seems to get longer everyday. the destination seems to get further and further. maybe i'm on the wrong road. or maybe i'm going to the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i only knew. if we all only knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice would it be to be matt parkman from heroes for one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-1216822355761659700?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1216822355761659700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=1216822355761659700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/1216822355761659700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/1216822355761659700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-road.html' title='read my mind'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-7483542546762524745</id><published>2007-11-02T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T02:32:08.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foolishness</title><content type='html'>i gave you the benefit of the doubt. but now i just feel like the biggest fool ever. the biggest fucking fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what exactly am i to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this is not my life on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i don't fucking know anything anymore. maybe i really am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;but i hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;you know exactly what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;so that i can't stay mad at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;for too long that's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-7483542546762524745?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-3342107347605956964</id><published>2007-10-29T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:19:25.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>qualifications</title><content type='html'>do i not qualify to know? or am i just qualified differently in your books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i'm too tired to think about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day. and bloody daylight savings shit has started. fucking tired. i'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-3342107347605956964?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3342107347605956964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=3342107347605956964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/3342107347605956964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/3342107347605956964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/qualifications.html' title='qualifications'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-408081330094023802</id><published>2007-10-28T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:25:37.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing</title><content type='html'>i've got everything to lose if i let go.&lt;br /&gt;so you say to me, 'don't'.&lt;br /&gt;but i may lose everything and more if i do that.&lt;br /&gt;so i ask, 'what am i supposed to do?'&lt;br /&gt;and the reply is one of confusion and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;a resounding 'i don't know'.&lt;br /&gt;not a good situation to be in.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm willing to take that risk either way.&lt;br /&gt;that is how much this means to me.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the significance of being insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one-way.&lt;br /&gt;but not knowing where you're going.&lt;br /&gt;and unable to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and it just ain't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-408081330094023802?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/408081330094023802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=408081330094023802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/408081330094023802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/408081330094023802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/losing.html' title='losing'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-8782476653449992381</id><published>2007-10-21T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:45:46.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life sucks</title><content type='html'>shit! i am screwed. all that can go wrong has gone wrong. i just hope it can get settled by monday. or at the latest tuesday. damn! and i'm already screwed from before. right now, this sem sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-sem tests were alright on average. did pretty well on one, got exactly 50% one another and failed the last one by quite a bit. screwed the last one up. actually woke up on time but went back to sleep and accidentally switched off the alarm instead of putting it to snooze. started the test 25mins late. f-ing hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not been posting much cause there hasn't been much going on. stopped learning driving cause i didnt want to learn with the vietnamese one. haven't gotten down to calling any new instructors yet. i should really do it. could maybe squeeze in a few more lessons before exams. and i have to finish latest by march next year so that i can convert to a singapore license in december. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping a few times. bought 2 t-shirts 2 pairs of shoes and a pair of shorts all together. might go to town again one last time before exams. gotta get some stuff to bring back. reaching singapore on the 28th november at 7+ am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should be all. off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;please don't give up. this is all i have. this is keeping me from going insane while i'm in perth. i don't know what will happen if i had to go back to life as it was during the beginning of last year. i'm sorry if i hurt u without knowing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-8782476653449992381?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8782476653449992381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=8782476653449992381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/8782476653449992381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/8782476653449992381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-sucks.html' title='life sucks'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-6841708830516359202</id><published>2007-09-10T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:22:45.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>bored shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started manual driving lessons during the break. felt so tired after the first lesson with all the changing gears and what not. the second lesson was better though i think i'm gonna change instructor. he's vietnamese and still has the accent. i'm not trying to be mean but i really can't concentrate on driving while i'm trying to figure out what he's saying. hmm..hope there's still space with other instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to school this week. nearly overslept for this morning's 830am class from all the sleeping at 3am during the break. good thing tmr's class is in the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm off. there was nothing much to say in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-6841708830516359202?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6841708830516359202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=6841708830516359202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/6841708830516359202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/6841708830516359202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/09/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-7657460690170160835</id><published>2007-08-22T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:14:28.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another semester</title><content type='html'>my timetable for this sem is quite ok with only 3 days of school (monday to wednesday). the only problem is that i have classes at weird times. 830am on monday, till 1130am (damn early in the morning cause i reach home at the time i usually wake up). 330pm to 530pm on tuesday (have to go to school in the middle of the day). and 1130am to 430pm on wednesday with a 1 hour break at 230pm (this day isn't that bad, just that the lecture from 1130 -130 is absolutely boring and i have no idea what the lecturer is saying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have 1 assignment this sem!! woots (: from the outline it looks kind of like the management one i did 2 sems ago. hmm.. but at least this time i don't have other assignments to do and i can just focus on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have thursday and friday off and that means i can get my driving done. i've yet to call up any instructors though (it's all private instructors here) and i still have to finish 25 hours of supervised driving after my practical test so that i can get my 'P' plates and drive by myself. and want to get the license by the end of the year. bahh, i'll probably call soon. maybe i should have 2 driving lessons a week or have 3 lessons in 2 weeks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a 4-day weekend means i can catch up on sleep. but it also means i'll get bored even faster. crap. another reason i need to start driving :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-7657460690170160835?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7657460690170160835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=7657460690170160835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/7657460690170160835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/7657460690170160835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-semester.html' title='another semester'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-642313334292227917</id><published>2007-08-21T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T13:06:45.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback part 2</title><content type='html'>5. ate some yummy food. had japanese food at &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;waraku&lt;/span&gt; at cuppage. the chawanmushi is damn damn damn good! and the food's quite reasonable too. ate till we were so full that night. had &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ichiban&lt;/span&gt; at suntec too. not as nice as waraku though. the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tcc&lt;/span&gt; wedges are the best too! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;new york new york&lt;/span&gt; is not bad. the &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;pizza hut&lt;/span&gt; cheese fondue thing wasn't nice. but the pizza at &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;california pizza&lt;/span&gt; is super yummy (: ate at spag twice i think. haha. i still think the ham is too salty and spoils the taste of ham/room. had spag bbq at changi too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. played monopoly with seeto, ben and hL at my place. fun fun! haha. we should play again next time (: maybe next time can play other games like cluedo and game of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. went &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ndp&lt;/span&gt; with hL and my parents. was quite hot and we had to walk from lau pa sat where my dad parked his car. was super crowded at the areas where people could watch for free and even had a human jam cause some banglah people decided to go back and get the free star thing they were giving out. already had 1 row of people sitting along the railing, one lane for people going to esplanade and another going the other direction. these banglah people were at first walking towards espalande and when they realise there were free stars and they'd walked past it, they wanted to go back. but there wasn't enough space cause there was this huge group of people gathered around the volunteers giving out the stuff. wtf lah. in the end they decided to stop giving out the stuff cause no one could move and people were starting to push around. stupid system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw tim dancing in the pre-parade thing. haha. enthu! and they had motorcross racers from australia performing on their bikes! super cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parade was alright, though i think they reduced the contingent size. like got less people marching. and there wasn't any inspection of the guard of honour. the president only drove around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance wasn't that interesting. i only liked the little kids dressed as starfish. super cute! haha. fireworks were great! so much closer than at national stadium. nice (: the 21-gun salute was fucking loud. i think alot of people got a shock the first time. so were the first 3 planes that flew overhead. it was way worse than the gun salute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually brought a camera. but the battery was charging and i thought my dad took it but in fact we left it at home. wth. and we only realised it when we were already watching the pre-parade. so stupid. haha. ended up taking pics with our phones. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. hL, seeto and ben came down to the airport again. ate doughnuts from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;doughnut factory&lt;/span&gt;! yum yum. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;hazelnut dark chocolate&lt;/span&gt; (: and i love the presents they got! couldn't bring them back though cause i had other stuff to carry. ate some&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; sakae sushi&lt;/span&gt; too. took some pics and then had to rush off cause i had to go look for something for my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i think that should be all that's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another post later on about school and maybe some other stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-642313334292227917?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/642313334292227917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=642313334292227917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/642313334292227917'/><link rel='self' 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happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. went for a 1 week criuse on&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;star aquarius&lt;/span&gt; with my parents. boring shit but it was still alright. stopped over at ho chi minh (vietnam), sanya (china) and hong kong. it was super hot lah in all 3 places and had no time to see anything in ho chi minh. had gigantic and yummy prawns for lunch though (: got sick of seeing and smelling coconuts in sanya. only had 2 days in hong kong before flying back. ate yummy egg tart and huge wontons! haha. did get to buy some clothes but it's still quite expensive compared to bangkok. and bangkok has much cheaper and nicer food. haha.&lt;br /&gt;2. came back from the trip and was sick for a week and a half. didn't go see a doctor till the 5th day back. even felt like puking when i was walking. stayed at home and &lt;s&gt;rotted&lt;/s&gt; got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. watched quite a few movies. i think it's almost one movie every week. haha. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;fantastic four: rise of the silver surfer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;pirates of the caribbean: at world's end&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;harry potter and the order of the pheonix&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;transformers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the simpsons movie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch pirates with hL before going on the cruise but there weren't any tickets left when we reached cine so we watched &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;fantastic four&lt;/span&gt; instead. it's nicer than the first movie. we did get to watch &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;pirates&lt;/span&gt; in the end at vivo. it was the last show they had and even then we had to sit separately. haha. still a good movie though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;harry potter&lt;/span&gt; was not that bad although it was kinda abrupt at some parts and the fighting scenes were quite short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;transformers&lt;/span&gt; was awesome (: thought it was gonna be some movie meant for kids so it wouldn't be nice. but i was wrong. it was damn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;simpsons&lt;/span&gt; was super funny. makes u start laughing the minute the movie starts. haha. &lt;em&gt;spider-pig, spider-pig. does whatever a spider-pig does.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;. the thai horror movie. it wasn't that bad but maybe it's because i was covering my eyes half the time and i didn't see much of the dead girl's gruesome face. haha. unexpected twist at the end too. don't know if i'll ever watch another horror movie though. scared :s heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. went shopping a few times but didn't get much stuff. but i do feel like getting more jeans. one in faded blue and another in black. already bought a pair with hL but it seems now all im looking for in shopping centres is jeans. and shorts too, but they're all so short. hmm.. maybe it's time to go bangkok. heh.. or like hL and i were saying, since the shorts they're selling nowadays are just way too short, we should cut our old jeans and make them shorts. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next part up tmr. i need time to recall. heh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-8062801743041678150?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8062801743041678150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=8062801743041678150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/8062801743041678150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/8062801743041678150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/08/flashback.html' title='flashback part 1'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-3273840995170842977</id><published>2007-08-12T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:10:34.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo-ness reigns</title><content type='html'>i'll blog/update when i'm feeling less emo. seriously. never felt this fucking emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-3273840995170842977?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3273840995170842977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=3273840995170842977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/3273840995170842977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/3273840995170842977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-blogupdate-when-im-feeling-less-emo.html' title='emo-ness reigns'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-7535909441786778362</id><published>2007-06-10T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:26:06.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what everything about you does to me</title><content type='html'>i'm so far behind for my last paper. i don't think i'm ready. 3 out of 5 essays in 2hours. feels like econs all over again. even the topics. and i have practically no mood study at all after the finance law exam. bugger! and it's at 930am in the freaking morning. that's 3hours earlier than my usual waking time. wtf lah. dunno how i'm gonna wake up AND stay away for the paper. argh!&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u left me smiling like a fool over the smallest thing. seems like it's happening quite often these days. smiles. that's all u ever give me. so here's a smile for u though u'll never see it :)&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekends never seem long enough. bahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;thnks fr th mmrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;even though they weren't so great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;he tastes like you, only sweeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-7535909441786778362?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7535909441786778362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=7535909441786778362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/7535909441786778362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/7535909441786778362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-everything-about-you-does-to-me.html' title='what everything about you does to me'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-2932408630170722702</id><published>2007-06-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:53:35.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i don't know what else i can do</title><content type='html'>put up the song in from the last post. nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corporate finance was dreadful. seriously. i'm pretty sure i'll just pass overall. wtf. tmr's finance law. open book! phew.. last bit of notes left to do but i'm just so bored. that's why i went to look for the song. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm falling sick. wth lah. running nose that sometimes becomes blocked. irritating. dunno if it's the weather or if i caught it from the housemate's mom. hmm.. hope it gets better soon. i hate sniffing through exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling quite happy today despite the running nose. maybe cause u're happy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this time next week i'll be back in singapore :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-2932408630170722702?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2932408630170722702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=2932408630170722702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/2932408630170722702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/2932408630170722702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/06/cause-i-dont-know-what-else-i-can-do.html' title='cause i don&apos;t know what else i can do'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-947865917909463108</id><published>2007-06-03T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:04:43.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elliott yamin - wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i never felt nothing in the world like this before&lt;br /&gt;now i'm missing you and i'm wishing that you would come back through my door&lt;br /&gt;why did you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;you could have let me know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl you could have stayed but you wouldn't give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;with you not around it's a little bit more than i can stand&lt;br /&gt;and all my tears they,&lt;br /&gt;keep running down my face&lt;br /&gt;why did you turn away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why does your pride make you run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;are you that afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;but I know it's a lie what you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;this is not how you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so baby i will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me i ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;if it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;if you think i'm fine it just ain't true&lt;br /&gt;i really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;no matter what i have to do&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a long time since you called me&lt;br /&gt;(how could you forget about me)&lt;br /&gt;you gotta be feeling crazy (crazy)&lt;br /&gt;how can you walk away&lt;br /&gt;everything stays the same&lt;br /&gt;i just can't do it baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will it take to make you come back?&lt;br /&gt;girl i told you what it is and it just ain't like that&lt;br /&gt;why can't you look at me&lt;br /&gt;you're still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;don't leave me crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby why can't we just, just start over again&lt;br /&gt;get it back to the way it was&lt;br /&gt;if you give me a chance, i can love you right&lt;br /&gt;but you're telling me it won't be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why does your pride make you run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;are you that afriad of me?&lt;br /&gt;but i know it's a lie what you're keeping inside&lt;br /&gt;that's not how you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;baby i will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;baby i will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;if it's the last thing i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me i ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;if it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;if you think i'm fine it just ain't true&lt;br /&gt;i really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;no matter what i have to do&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice song. go download it, watch on youtube or preview it on itunes. i thought it was some african american guy but he's not! and it's sounds quite rnb! apparently he was a finalist on american idol in 2006. but i have no idea since i don't get the show here in aus. anyway, have a listen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to corporate finance. i'm seriously dead for this unit :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and yes, 1 and a half weeks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-947865917909463108?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/947865917909463108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=947865917909463108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/947865917909463108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/947865917909463108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/06/wait-for-you.html' title='wait for you'/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-2943919431232683359</id><published>2007-05-31T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:20:34.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>studying for exams now. boring like hell. but really have to study for this sem. dunno what's going on for all the units though im only doing 3. wth lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im not gonna do well in this sem's exams. the irritating corporate finance assignment only managed a pass and im pissed about it because now i need to get REALLY good grades for the exam just to get an ALRIGHT overall grade. the only consolation is that most groups didnt do well and the average was kinda low. and i need to do pretty well for the other exams to maintain a good grade. bahh!! how to get good grades when i dont know shit that's going on?!?!?! stress stress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't be posting any time soon. maybe randomness if i feel like it/have time. nothing to update and no time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the 2 simple words that make my day :) call me silly if u want, but seeing it there on the msn converstion window makes me happy :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-2943919431232683359?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2943919431232683359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=2943919431232683359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/2943919431232683359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/2943919431232683359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/05/studying-for-exams-now.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-1183362162285947479</id><published>2007-05-13T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:09:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid girl. see what u got urself into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's so difficult to tell if a person is angry (or what they're really thinking for that matter) on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams in 3 weeks time. i should really start soon. (but i don't think that would happen. haha.) and home sweet home in 1months time :) seems like this sem passed really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping in the city with mel, joe and the housemate the other day. got a few longsleeved shirts and a pair of jeans!! in the colour i wanted!! and it was only A$50!! for lee jeans!! what a steal. haha. nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied the housemate to a shopping centre near where we stay. saw another really nice jeans for A$60. haha. this time it's just the normal blue colour. to buy or not to buy. that is the question. haha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for surfing lesson yesterday. 2nd last one!! paddled a lot yesterday. tiring shit it is. or maybe i'm just out of shape. haha. got stung by jellyfish while out in the sea. wth. felt like needles pricking my skin but i just thought it was sand caught between the wetsuit. finally got to shore and there were small lumps where i felt it. thankfully the jellyfish aren't poisonous. haha. swelling went down after awhile and left red dots. haha. but it's gone now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally man! next week's the last lesson. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all there is to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-1183362162285947479?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1183362162285947479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=1183362162285947479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/1183362162285947479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/1183362162285947479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupid-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-1141898245892186735</id><published>2007-05-04T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T01:27:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, the corporate finance assignment nearly took my life. confusing piece of assignment this was. stayed up till 5am one night so that i could do my part and pass it on to another girl to finish it. and that's not all, cause we (3 of us, and there are 4 in a group) had to edit so much for one of the other girl's part. seriously wtf. i don't even know how to explain the way she answered her questions. she chose the easiest questions and yet her answers were totally irrelevant even after we'd explain to her. and there were so much random stuff. omfg. spent like the whole night going through half of her first question and another night doing the rest. we started thinking like her after awhile. not good at all. had to rush a bit and change bits of some of the other questions in the end. hope we get good grades after all the work we put in. bahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;financial markets and institutions essay was shit too. tried to do a bit while waiting for some of the answers from corporate finance to be done so that i could do my part, but ended up bring stuck at 600+ words until a few days before it was due. wtf. rushed through it and ended up bullshitting for most of it. need to get a relatively good grade for this cause there was no mid-sem test, meaning my overall grade is resting on this essay and the exam only. some heavy weightage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more assignments for this sem. counting down to the time i'm going home :):) 33days. woohoo!! can't wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got so many lectures to catch up on. all because of 2 assignments. bugger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, i still got 2 more surfing lessons. i thought we had like 1 left? hahaha. oh well, i'm almost there. can nearly stand up on the board, but i don't know why my legs just don't wanna stand so i end up kneeling or having one knee down on the board. haha. and i've got a tan line on my wrists cause of the wetsuits. wtf lah. so ugly. wanna finish the lessons before it gets too cold and rainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spiderman 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with mel and joe next week :) and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pirates of the caribbean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when i'm back in singapore :):) might have to watch pirates twice, but we'll see. i wouldn't mind actually :):):) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to downloading music. wanted to blog earlier but got kinda distracted by that. heh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-1141898245892186735?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1141898245892186735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=1141898245892186735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/1141898245892186735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/1141898245892186735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wanted-to-blog-but-i-got-distracted.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-4195428442885548412</id><published>2007-04-22T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:56:36.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf! it's a freaking group assignment lah. and u keep asking me how to do ur part? u don't see the other people asking each other how to do their parts right? i've got my own part to do too u know. and u know how difficult the part i have is. are u gonna help me like how i've helped u? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. ur bahaviour sometimes really pisses me off. and u know, well enough, that i'm doing my other assignment as well. it's not that i don't wanna help. i just can't keep telling u what to do or it'll just be the same as me doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog later after when i've gotten some work done. i'm still stuck at the one line definition of monetary policy that has been on my screen since 3+ this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. i'm hungry too. and grey's anatomy is on too. bahhhh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-4195428442885548412?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4195428442885548412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=4195428442885548412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/4195428442885548412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/4195428442885548412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/04/wtf-its-freaking-group-assignment-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-1297686360761711734</id><published>2007-04-20T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:03:52.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw the corporate finance assignment! it's bloody irritating lah. and the lecturer (who's also the tutor) just wouldn't help. her answer to every question we asked was "read the question". wtf.  she's the most unhelpful lecturer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went for the 2nd surfing lesson last friday. haha. 2nd only leh! tmr's the 3rd. i thought it's the 4th already lah. haha. anyway, surfing last week was alright. much better than our 1st lesson. seriously. it wasn't raining and the waves were much smaller. so much easier to handle. still can't stand though. haida can. haha. we should have started the lessons on that day. there were these 2 people who started that day and they could stand on the board lah!! -_- ohwell, hope it's gonna be the same tmr. sunny, and small waves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at my cousin's place over the weekend. she taught me how to drive! went up the kerb a few times at a roundabout and she had to help me steer. hahahaha. but still, not bad lah. got it after a few times. must get the license fast!! heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is seriously boring. but but but, i've gotten my exam timetable!! haha. was hoping that i end in the 1st week. but i don't :(:( i end on tuesday 12/6. ohwell, at least it's the beginning of the 2nd week. hopefully i can get a flight back that night. if not will be the next morning. i want to go home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's all for now. shall go do my financial markets and institutions essay now. bahh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-1297686360761711734?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1297686360761711734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=1297686360761711734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/1297686360761711734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/1297686360761711734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/04/screw-corporate-finance-assignment-its.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-7069350131603690294</id><published>2007-04-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:40:53.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stomp the yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this afternoon. very nice! worth the money. haha. the dancing is good. but i think &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;step up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is nicer (maybe cause of channing tatum? :) heh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school's started. boring!!! haha. gotta start doing assignments cause it's week 7 and they're due in week 9. eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.. no mood to blog. i'll blog another day lah. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i no longer know what i'm supposed to think. ur actions and words say one thing this minute, but the next minute they're the complete opposite. tell me what i'm supposed to think. i'm really tired of second-guessing. not knowing if i'm right or if i'm just overthinking (as i tend to do). maybe i should just let this go. move on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck. i can't believe i'm feeling this way. let me say first that there is always the possibility that something better and nicer will come around. but then again, sooooo silly of me. it's not as if there's anything there or here. but pretty it is. and blame i wouldn't. although i feel kinda stupid now.. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-7069350131603690294?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7069350131603690294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=7069350131603690294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/7069350131603690294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/7069350131603690294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/04/watched-stomp-yard-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-6913468406166448939</id><published>2007-04-11T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:41:48.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what i just saw on friendster. i was looking at the daily horoscope (cause i'm bored. as usual) and i saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;An issue at work or at school deserves all your attention today -- don't put it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;A nagging problem at work or school deserves all your attention as early as possible today -- even if you'd rather be chatting with your friends. This problem involves some time-sensitive elements -- and left unchecked, it could create substantially bigger problems later on. So don't put off dealing with this until tomorrow. You've been battling procrastination for a while, and it's time to get the job done, for once and for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha. so does that mean i can't ignore the dumb corporate finance assignment later after discussing with the rest?? dang! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's kinda true. i've been "battling procrastination". haha. since, i don't know, jc days? if that's what u call "a while". hahaha. oh well, i really do love procrastinating. if procrastination was a job, i think i'd be paid loads for doing it. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-6913468406166448939?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6913468406166448939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=6913468406166448939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/6913468406166448939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/6913468406166448939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/04/guess-what-i-just-saw-on-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-7381436069066591359</id><published>2007-04-11T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:43:08.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;300&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. omfg. how much more gory can it get with severed arms and legs flying across the screen?!?! and the scenes with the heads falling off the body in s.l.o.w.m.o.t.i.o.n.!??!wth lah! oh well, it's still a very nice movie despite the gore. hahaha. worth my S$10.80 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;spiderman 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is coming out in may. hmm.. i don't think i can watch it in singapore cause i doubt it'll still be showing in mid-june :(:( guess i'll have to watch it here. seriously, watching movies here is ex lah. must make sure the movie will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder when &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pirates of the caribbean: at world's end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is coming out. i think it's released on may25th but not sure when it's coming to singapore. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod. surfing is tiring lah! sunday was seriously the wrong day to start. it was super windy, raining and the sea was so rough. and the waves!! they just kept coming and coming one after the other with no break in between. so it was hard to catch ur breath after each one hit u. being thrown about for almost 2hours is not fun. it makes u get a headache. the salt water gets in ur mouth no matter what, even if u keep it closed. and sand everywhere, even in ur hair. not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really hope friday would be a better day :/ jo, mel and i don't think we'll go to the advanced class. hahahaha. i think we cmi lah. haha. we should practice on small waves. maybe those in sentosa?? (i didn't know there were waves in sentosa. nicholas says there are. really meh? is it those man-made kind? haha.) haida (jo's friend) wants to go to advance. haha. she's so enthusiastic unlike the 3 of us who sat on the beach on sunday after the waves got so big we were kinda reluctant to go back in. heh..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go back to uni later although it's break now. dumb assignment for corporate finance. really don't feel like doing it. but mel, the housemate and i told the other girl that we'd start during the break. and one and a half weeks of break have passed and we still haven't done a thing. heh. oh well, we better start lah. i have an 2500words essay for financial markets and institutions (!!) due the same week as the dumb corporate finance assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that's all i can think of to say. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-7381436069066591359?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7381436069066591359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=7381436069066591359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/7381436069066591359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/7381436069066591359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-watched-300.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-3170761912304530059</id><published>2007-04-06T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:35:43.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit lah! i was typing a post halfway and my computer screen just went blank! wtf. now i can't remember what i was typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally done the theory test for driving. it was pretty easy. i mean it's just 30 mcq questions. and they gave like 35 minutes to do it. hahaha. didn't need that long lah. and didn't really have to study. just read through some book to know some of the Australian rules. ohwell, so that means i've got 'L' plates now. no big deal lah but i've just been so lazy to go down to the licensing centre to get it done. heh.. thought that since i was having a break from uni i should might as well get it. so yea, hopefully less boredom for me? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what i'm gonna do this weekend?? learn &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;surfing&lt;/span&gt;! hahaha. for 5 days, 2 hours each day, starting sunday. with melissa and her 2 friends. nicholas from spag says it's damn easy. whatever lah. hope it's alright. we'll see how 'easy' it is after the lessons. probably fall off the board a gazillion times. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, having break now. was so bored after the test on last friday that the housemate and i went to rent dvds. haha. there wasn't much at the store and we were looking for nice comedies. couldn't find any so we got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tristan and isolde&lt;/span&gt; (it's similar to romeo+juliet, just that it's set in england/ireland in the dark ages. and there's james franco from the spiderman movies), &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the butterfly effect&lt;/span&gt; (about some guy - ashton kutcher - who can alter his past. the only thing is he never knows how the future would turn out. so he keeps going back to fix it. quite a sad ending too), &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;lords of dogtown&lt;/span&gt; (a true story about how skating became an extreme sport. the stunts are really good too!) and &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;capote&lt;/span&gt; (another true story. about truman capote, the writer of &lt;em&gt;breakfast at tiffany's&lt;/em&gt;, writing about some killings in kansas. by the way, i never knew &lt;em&gt;breakfast at tiffany's&lt;/em&gt; was a book, only that it was a really popular movie. anyway, i'm digressing. the movie is a bit cheem at some parts but still interesting) and the housemate got &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the da vinci code&lt;/span&gt; (similar to the book. just the usual things they do when they make a movie based on a book like, u know, cut out/change a few things here and there. it's better to read the book but if u're not a reader then watching the movie is alright too). i didn't watch that with her since i already saw it. all pretty good movies. got quite funny at some parts though all the movies we got are not actually meant to be comedies. haha. i wanted to get the proper synopsis for each movie but the computer blanked out and now i'm just too lazy. heh.. and i applaud u if u just read this relatively long paragraph. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hL&lt;/span&gt;. haven't talked to her in..er..i dunno how long. busy girl she is. oh well her exams should be ending in about 3 weeks! :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-3170761912304530059?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3170761912304530059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=3170761912304530059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/3170761912304530059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/3170761912304530059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/04/shit-lah-i-was-typing-post-halfway-and.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-5600827709763616048</id><published>2007-03-19T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:16:00.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>probably gonna start learning to drive soon. it's so much cheaper here even after converting back to S$. it seems pretty easy and the traffic here isn't as crazy as back in singapore. hope can get it fast so i dont have to take the public transport here. not that it's unreliable or anything. it just takes too long to get from 1 place to another. the faster i get it, the faster i can drive in singapore too :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn this is boring shit. compared to last sem where i had a gazillion assignments, this is some seriously boring shit. online movies/videos don't seem to help either. cause youtube isn't uploading shows since it's gonna get sued. wth lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-5600827709763616048?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5600827709763616048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=5600827709763616048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/5600827709763616048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/5600827709763616048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/03/probably-gonna-start-learning-to-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-1926308399920037386</id><published>2007-03-16T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:14:39.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wednesday night was weird. had a video call from someone from spag i wasn't so close to. but it was still good cause we were gossiping about people from work. hahaha. funny shit. talked for 3+ hours. damn long lah. finally slept at 430am (perth time). lucky my class on thurs was at 1230. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, life's still boring shit here. feel like going shopping. hahaha. will be at cousin's place over the weekend. nothing to do there either. seriously, this place is BORING. it's so boring i don't know what else to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-1926308399920037386?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1926308399920037386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=1926308399920037386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/1926308399920037386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/1926308399920037386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/03/wednesday-night-was-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-5296738790722454528</id><published>2007-03-09T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T02:00:22.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i should change my course from commerce to psychology. suddenly i've become the-one-who-can-answer-questions-like-why-the-world-is-so-fucked-up and i suddenly have the power to know why someone's behaving such a way although i'm here in perth and they're in singapore and i haven't talked to them for almost 2 weeks. also, i'm suddenly an expert on what you can/should do if u love someone and they don't love u back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i have no flippn' idea why the world is such, i don't know why that person is behaving that way, and i am no expert on love because if i was i would not be having this much problem myself. so please, as much as i would like to help, i don't have the answers and what i know has already been said. i really feel like i'm becoming a broken record that's playing the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed because of u. i'm not someone u can use whenever u feel like it. argh! i'm so pissed i can't type anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that it proves my point. u expect a lot from other people. but when others need something from u, all u give is less than a 100% and sometimes u give nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, life just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat pastamania with u.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch a movie with u.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna walk around town with u.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go shopping with u.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna share nacho combo with u.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back to singapore to see u.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna work with u again.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna take more photos with u.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt something today. and that is to treasure ur friends as much as u did when u didn't have a partner. because ur partner wouldn't always be there. but friends would. they're the ones u turn to when things are bad between u and ur partner. and they're the ones who share the joy u have between u and the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't ever forsake ur friends. u wouldn't want to be friend-less and partner-less at the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've changed my blog design. sick of the old one. did most of it in one night and the rest just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm off to finish the movie apocolypto. actually it's kinda weird. good thing i didnt watch in the cinema. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-5296738790722454528?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5296738790722454528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=5296738790722454528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/5296738790722454528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/5296738790722454528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-i-should-change-my-course-from.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-814789277289881929</id><published>2007-03-06T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:40:27.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my flippin' *beep*!!!! it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42 degrees C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today!!!! the heat is just indescribable and it follows you around. it's still too damn hot even when i'm wearing a sleeveless top and shorts. wth man. it feels like it's summer in an oven and not autumn. and it's gonna be the same tmr. i'm gonna be fried if it keeps getting hotter. the fan doesn't help either although it's positioned right in front of me and stationary. this is already the highest temperature perth's had compared to march of previous years and i think a few bush fires started. that's how hot it is. seriously wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gotta go do my tut for tmr's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh baby don't u know i suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-814789277289881929?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/814789277289881929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's now march. that means i only spent 9days of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; here. the weather now is crazy. one day it's HOT like 35-39degC and the next it can be 25degC. oh well, it's gonna get cooler now that it's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;autumn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't quite like &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;autumn&lt;/span&gt; because it means that &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;winter&lt;/span&gt; is coming and the cold wet days just seem to go on and on. it can really make one depressed and emo-ness is at it's highest during &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;winter&lt;/span&gt;. haha. BUT the good thing about &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;winter&lt;/span&gt; is that i get to go back to singapore!! haha. and from now on it would be 1 and a half months! woohoo :) that's cause our sch term has been reduced from 13weeks to 12weeks! yea man! haha. so i'll probably have to endure a few weeks of &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;winter&lt;/span&gt; before and after the break which is way better than having 1month plus of cold, wet and dreary weather like last year. then it'll be &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;spring&lt;/span&gt; and then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; again and then break till next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking this way makes it seem like the time i'm spending here is really short. haha. but it's not. though it feels like it's getting shorter. maybe cause i'm getting used to it here. hmm.. but i would still rather be in singapore right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place just doesn't seem to get any more interesting. it really is boring and getting more and more boring now that i've only got 3days of uni. it's so boring that i've read the entire manga series of death note within the week. haha. i know, i'm mad. but there really is nothing else for me to do. the tv at home is spoilt too! sigh. if my life were a movie, no one would watch it even if it were showing in the cinema free of charge. haha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;do you know how much i miss u?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i'm off to look for something to eat. till the next time i update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-8634124200131459061?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8634124200131459061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=8634124200131459061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/8634124200131459061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/8634124200131459061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-its-now-march.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-330878995560917505</id><published>2007-02-24T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:20:12.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. i'm not exactly more awake that i was on tuesday. still kinda tired from all that sleep i lost. just been lazy to blog but i shall do so before i forget what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the 1st day of new year was alright. the same as every year. played blackjack for a little while. and i won 6-7bucks!! haha. but didnt play for long. the cute baby cousin came in the evening :) super cute! miss him lah. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't do anything on the 2nd day cause i was leaving in the night. slacked around till the afternoon before i started packing my luggage. squeezed everything from the bigger luggage into the smaller one. don't like having to lug such a big one around especially since i'm by myself. so yea, everything could kinda fit. haha. and it was only well within the weight limit! headed to the airport at around 7plus so that i could check-in and have dinner before &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hL&lt;/span&gt; and a few people from work came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met tim there for like 5mins. he's crazy lah. his friends asked him to go down airport for fun. and he stays in cck. mad. haha. sat around after tim left and waited for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hL&lt;/span&gt; who came at 10. went to mac to wait for the other 2 people. super slow people lah. aiyo. gonna finish eating then come. haha. but at least they came :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was eating 'friend' fries (haha. lame joke by one of the guys) when they gave me their present! haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035125792900283986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qkcqYPmQjVA/ReBcOz06flI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2fhTazh2Z6Q/s320/Image000(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my chemical romance's the black parade&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muse's black holes and revelations&lt;/span&gt;. super nice of those 2!! they walked all over orchard to look for a present. hahaha. love the cds :):) the 2 guys couldnt decide what to eat and they didn't want mac. so we walked around the airport. took many many pics in the short time. kept talking about funny stuff and joking around so it took my mind off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to go in at around midnight. really didn't wanna leave again. said goodbye to my parents. my mom was starting to cry which made me wanna cry but i held it together. thankfully i didn't cry. if i cried in front of those 2 guys they wouldn't never let it rest. hahaha. then i went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;marie antoinette&lt;/span&gt; on the plane. planned to sleep for awhile but just couldn't. and the food sucked this time. parsley!! yucks. touched down and had to wait for quite awhile since i checked-in early and my luggage was all the way inside. finally reached home at around 9plus in the morning (8plus singapore time cause perth is 1hour ahead). set up my com so that i could go online immediately. went to sleep at 10plus and woke up at 11plus so that i could go for class at 1230pm. that's why i couldn't blog on tuesday. too damn sleepy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035130036327972450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qkcqYPmQjVA/ReBgFz06fmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tgsU9cpZAzY/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, that's us :) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ben, hL, me and seeto&lt;/span&gt;. haha. the things they do just crack me up. i have more pics but i'll post them under photos. easier lah. heh..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this sem's timetable is really good :):) haha. 3 days of classes. the earliest class is at 1230pm (perth time), and the latest i end is at 530pm. so that means an average of 3 hours of classes a day! i like!! haha. and this time i only have 1 essay and 1 group assignment on top of the tuts and exams. yippee!! haha. 4 day weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muse&lt;/span&gt; album is nice man! haha. supermassive black hole :):) i already downloaded &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mcr's&lt;/span&gt; songs before i got the cd. but i'll listen to it before ben starts nagging. haha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben, hL and me: why u call it 'friend' fries? (the friend being said like those aunties/uncles who can't speak english properly)&lt;br /&gt;seeto: cause it's fries shared among friends what.&lt;br /&gt;ben, hL and me: (long pause) lame lah!&lt;br /&gt;haha. that was the lamest thing i've heard all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: u know what i told B?&lt;br /&gt;C: no. what?&lt;br /&gt;A: i told him chingay cannot go out if not will become gay.&lt;br /&gt;that's worse that then fries one. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's all the updates for now. will update when there's stuff to update about. the boring life is coming back! woohoo. how fun. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-330878995560917505?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/330878995560917505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=330878995560917505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/330878995560917505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/330878995560917505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/02/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qkcqYPmQjVA/RdhYQWFMyoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g7QCGg4EYOo/s1600-h/whatiamtoyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032869621415070338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qkcqYPmQjVA/RdhYQWFMyoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g7QCGg4EYOo/s320/whatiamtoyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but i am &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; afraid to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-5776376252946251892?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5776376252946251892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=5776376252946251892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-5734293224515557312</id><published>2007-02-18T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:23:07.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's coming closer and closer to the time i have to leave. it feels weird leaving again, after being back here for almost 3months. it almost seems like i never went there in the first place. sigh, sometimes i really wish i could tell the future. then i would have been able to predict that i didnt have to go there, and maybe everything would have turned out differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, been going out quite often this last week. here's a recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;12th feb, monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town with &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hL&lt;/span&gt; before her school started in the afternoon. walked around far east and heeren. only bought a shirt from queen's couture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;13th feb, tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed home and slacked. started to pack a little. but really felt lazy so nothing much was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;14th feb, wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met some first 3months classmates for dinner. went to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;breko&lt;/span&gt; at holland village. not bad not bad. the burger is really huge. tim's treat (:(: despite it being valentine's day, which could have turned out pretty depressing, it was a really fun night. though something did happen later on that made it kinda suck. made me realise why to some people valentine's can be the most depressing day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;15th feb, thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hL&lt;/span&gt; again in the evening. decided to take a bus down because i was kinda lazy to walk to the train station. didnt know that there would be a jam along clementi dover and buona vista. so i was like half an hour late. ate chicken scallopini at spag then went to far east to get our shoes. was kinda late by then but decided to go espirit at wisma to get another shirt for cny. the &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; one from queen's couture was kinda dull. got a pale yellow shirt then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;16th feb, friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked around the whold day. waited around for a friend to msg because we were supposed to meet. finally went out of the house at 9plus at night. parents weren't too happy but i couldn't really be bothered. once im back in aus there's no way i can be out at 9plus at night. so yea, was supposed to be in town at 10, but the atm queue was kinda long so reached at around 1030. by then was super hungry but we couldn't decide what to eat. walked around aimlessly for about 10-15mins. decided to watch a movie after dinner/supper so went to cine to look at the times. all the earlier ones were full so decided to go ps to watch. ate at the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pastamania&lt;/span&gt; at cine. one piece of garlic bread, lasagne and a few slices of pizza. haha. super full after that. took a slow walk to ps and decided to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ghost rider&lt;/span&gt; at 145am. shared a nacho combo even though we were so full. haha. the cinema was freaking cold lah. and we were sitting on the 3rd row from the front because there was no more space at the back. anyway, nice movie. recommended (: shared a cab back after the movie and reached home at 5am. went to bed at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;17th feb, saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 1130 to go for reunion lunch. havent slept that little since i was in jc. anyway, food for lunch was alright. nothing fantastic. went home for awhile then went for reunion dinner. steamboat. usual stuff. came back and now my eyes are gonna close.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what to do. i wanna wait but at the same time, i dont know how long i can wait. i wanna say something but at the same time, i'm afraid that if i do things will get awkward. i really want to ask but at the same time, i'm afraid of the answer u'll give. so tell me, what would you do? tell me what u feel. tell me what u think. please, just tell me. because it's really starting to hurt, with all the mixed signals that u give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i just thinking/expecting too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-5734293224515557312?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5734293224515557312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=5734293224515557312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/5734293224515557312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/5734293224515557312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-coming-closer-and-closer-to-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-117161863117402263</id><published>2007-02-15T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:37:11.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and that is why, to some, it's the most depressing day of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-117161863117402263?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/117161863117402263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=117161863117402263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/117161863117402263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/117161863117402263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-that-is-why-to-some-its-most.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116983822386799532</id><published>2007-01-27T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T03:03:43.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent blogged since i dont know when. wont even bother counting. anyway, not been doing much 'cept for working, bumming at home, walking aimlessly around orchard, eating and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;bakerzin&lt;/span&gt; when i went out with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt; the other day. pretty good food altho the price is kinda high. the desserts look damn nice too. but too bad we were too full. haha. good to try it out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda sick of orchard alr. and the red line doesnt seem to be such a long ride anymore since that's the line i usually take to go home aft work with the others at work.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it always this way. what i want will never want me back but what i dont want will go to the end of the world to have me. guess that's just what has been planned.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, that's it for now. might blog one more time before i go back to aus on 19th feb. dont wait for it cuz there wont be anything interesting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116983822386799532?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116633870928639422</id><published>2006-12-17T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:58:29.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent blogged in ages. been too lazy. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started working at the old place this wed. was alright but there's so many new ppl. the old ppl are still the same. one of them is still as annoying as ever.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to know how that other person is feeling. maybe then everything would be clearer and less frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully time wont run out..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love the new album from my chemical romance. cant stop listening to it :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, that's all the update i have. haha. been bumming around mostly. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116633870928639422?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116633870928639422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116633870928639422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116633870928639422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116633870928639422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/12/havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116417017413640526</id><published>2006-11-22T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:36:14.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last time i'm posting in aus for this year. will be back in spore tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been damn bored these few days. nothing to do. haha. but packing my stuff now. cramming it all into the cupboard so that i can lock it. at least i'm not moving anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, nothing much else to blog. off to pack my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u in spore~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116417017413640526?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116417017413640526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116417017413640526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116417017413640526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116417017413640526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-time-im-posting-in-aus-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116377088853535058</id><published>2006-11-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:42:30.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9WVenUTOIk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9WVenUTOIk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg! that was super funny. hahaha. go watch the other clips of the late late show with craig ferguson. it's seriously F U N N Y!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQRD5Tjk2jQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQRD5Tjk2jQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmKa9WoTWaI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmKa9WoTWaI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7JCe1EwqQC4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7JCe1EwqQC4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSPfK5NtCVM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSPfK5NtCVM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing my ass off. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116377088853535058?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116377088853535058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116377088853535058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116377088853535058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116377088853535058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/omfg-that-was-super-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116376443320646708</id><published>2006-11-17T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:53:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are over!!&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the entire situation bad timing? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116376443320646708?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116376443320646708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116376443320646708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116376443320646708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116376443320646708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/exams-are-over-is-entire-situation-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116366723021234855</id><published>2006-11-16T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:01:18.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last paper tmr! like finally. thankfully it's open book :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time has passed so quickly especially this sem. cant believe the year's gonna end soon. it's like everything just started but it's already been a year. the hols are probably gonna pass even faster and then i'll be back in aus..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave fate up to God. there's no point wondering what fate would bring. no matter how much to think about it, fate cannot be controlled. it always brings to u things that u dont expect, things that u never thought u needed but once u got it, u realised how much better ur life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fate brings opportunities. and it's up to u to do what u can with the opportunities. what u've chosen to do is what fate has chosen for u. and fate will then provide u with more opportunities from the choice that u made. u've then come full-circle. ultimately the end is what has been planned all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, super deep i know. but it came all of a sudden. haha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the qi li xiang album makes me feel emo. dang! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling super sian. dont feel like studying. maybe i'll just read through the notes again before i sleep. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: 1 week till i'm home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116349935729437429</id><published>2006-11-14T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:16:40.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 papers left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays management was like S.H.I.T. seriously can vomit blood. hopefully i dont have to pass this paper to pass the unit. it would suck to have to go through it all again.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can change the bass level on my com now!! happiness!! the driver for the original sound system doesnt allow it and i didnt know what's hz on windows media player. but found a skin for wmp that can change the bass and all. only thing is i can feel the bass when i have the earpiece. cant really hear it when it's just the normal com speakers unless it's really loud. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i know. random..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i got the same jacket for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hL&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. she was tempted to buy it after i told her i got it. lol. so i got it for her too! hahaha. but they didnt have anymore size 10 in the shop and there was one size 12 left (which was also the last one of that design). so i got it and i'm taking the size 12 and giving her the size 10. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, watching youtube now. next paper: econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116349935729437429?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116349935729437429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116349935729437429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116349935729437429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116349935729437429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-papers-left-todays-management-was.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116342930025482788</id><published>2006-11-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:51:37.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching youtube when im supposed to be studying. hahaha. laughing my ass off at some of the videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donald rumsfeld's "press conferences"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmLToYe8nRo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmLToYe8nRo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 10 signs that u're obsessed with lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zECDqruYbWw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zECDqruYbWw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 10 signs u're not the coolest kid in school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeieIRK8Sfg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeieIRK8Sfg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a clip from napolean dynamite.. (i wanna get this on dvd!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNz2-zo3yeE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNz2-zo3yeE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now it's time to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. management can can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's bloody hot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116342930025482788?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116342930025482788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116342930025482788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116342930025482788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116342930025482788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/watching-youtube-when-im-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116341067408563612</id><published>2006-11-13T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:37:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more to go and 9 days left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116341067408563612?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116341067408563612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116341067408563612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116341067408563612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116341067408563612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-more-to-go-and-9-days-left.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116335301350244064</id><published>2006-11-13T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:39:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exam time!! whoppiee!! how exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im going shopping before exam. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116335301350244064?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116335301350244064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116335301350244064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116335301350244064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116335301350244064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/exam-time-whoppiee-how-exciting-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116331303617381303</id><published>2006-11-12T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:40:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(still) listening to: my chemical romance - welcome to the black parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like buying the cd. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;______ &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the night brings with it a silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe u're the only one who can break it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams start tmr!!! ahhh!!! hope it all goes ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11days till home sweet home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116331303617381303?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116331303617381303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116331303617381303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116331303617381303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116331303617381303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-listening-to-my-chemical-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116314487053151264</id><published>2006-11-10T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:55:05.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just saw &lt;a href="http://mmfriends.blogspot.com"&gt;peifen's blog&lt;/a&gt;. wahh.. all the memories came flooding back. forbidden love, prom, the crazy pics we took, the stuff we did, lectures, the canteen. lol. miss that place and miss the people there more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is where i went to school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;most of the time had better things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nickelback - photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to managment. which might just be the death of me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116314487053151264?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116314487053151264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116314487053151264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116314487053151264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116314487053151264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-saw-peifens-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116314107104053156</id><published>2006-11-10T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:52:36.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: &lt;a href="http://mychemicalromance.com"&gt;my chemical romance&lt;/a&gt; - welcome to the black parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. got freaked out by ben last night. wont say what, but maybe abit too stress alr that's y think too much also. haha. but i have the feeling that there's something going on. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, die!! exams are so soon and i havent even finished studying. sian leh. have to study but cant concentrate or no mood. and i wanna go shopping!! bahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 days left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116314107104053156?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116314107104053156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116314107104053156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116314107104053156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116314107104053156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-to-my-chemical-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116280603036631093</id><published>2006-11-06T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:40:30.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>f. the wrong things are sticking in my head. shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;cuz heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rick price - only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed asked a good question last night. but if the question was applied to what happened in jc, i dont think i would. anyway, if someone has alr moved on and put the past behind, it would depend on whether the other person is really sincere cuz there's the chance that they can hurt u again. hmm..but the question is good food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i'll ever like econs. it sucks ass man. bleagh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116280603036631093?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116280603036631093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116280603036631093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116280603036631093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116280603036631093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/f.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116263082226016312</id><published>2006-11-04T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T17:00:22.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so..triple crown last night. went marian's flat first. drank abit here and there. left at abt 10 to go to harbourside. reached there and the queue was like f-ing long can. finally went in and it was like crammed full of people. cannot move at all lah, especially at the dancefloor. goodness! u wanna walk but there's people walking in the opposite direction and other people coming in from another side. chaotic lah. had to stand around cuz there was nowhere to sit. finally the rest of them decided to go to metro freo cuz harbourside was way too crowded. didnt wanna go with them cuz i wouldnt dance or anything so went home with melissa and her friend. so 10Abucks was kinda worth it considering i did drink some. but if i ever go clubbing again, as long as there's somewhere to sit and people watch i'm fine. dont ask me to dance cuz i dont like to dance especially with so many strangers around. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a shot of vodka apeach with canned lychee syrup and a lychee is freaking nice. and so is bacardi, choc something and choc something. haha. dunno what the people at marian's mixed but it was yummy to drink. pina colada is kinda bleagh. dont like the coconut.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study study study!! but no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116263082226016312?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116263082226016312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116263082226016312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116263082226016312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116263082226016312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116248415648298969</id><published>2006-11-02T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:15:56.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont understand why some people forget that they are with friends when they start talking/are with their partner. i really dont. who's the one who u run to when u've got problems with the other person? ur friends. whose shoulder do u lean on when u break up? ur friends. who do u tell all the good and happy things u and the other person share? ur friends. so i really dont understand how u can forget that u are still talking to/with ur friends the minute the other person calls/u see the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wasnt like that last time. if i was, i now know that being together with someone does not mean that u can forget about ur friends (or have friends when u're not with the other person, but once ur with/talking to the other one, there's no need for friends anymore).&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triple crown tmr i think. haha. it's just some party the uni holds on the last day of sch of every sem. just wanna kpo a bit. heh.. hopefully it's not boring cuz that would mean S$12++ wasted and that's not a very good thing, esp now when the exchange rate has gone up (lol..econs).&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like u wanted to say something to someone but u didnt know how to phrase it or didnt dare cuz u're afraid it'd be awkward after that? sigh..i wish this problem didnt exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was speaking to the other management group member the other day. she said she'd met up with a friend she hadnt seen in awhile. then he told her that during the time she was attached he was interested in her. haha. and and she was actually interested in him but thought that he wasnt so she got together with another guy. hahaha. interesting thing is her friend's still interested in her! haha. but i guess i wont know the end to this story. haha. wont be seeing her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it makes me think about what could happen..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, time to slp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 915 this morning thinking i was late for class, which i would've been if it was a friday, but then i realised that my class was actually at 1130. stupid lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20days left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116248415648298969?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116248415648298969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116248415648298969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116248415648298969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116248415648298969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-understand-why-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116235769864844541</id><published>2006-11-01T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:47:03.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy belated birthday peifen!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wanted to wish u on msn yesterday but didnt see u online. haha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really start studying. i've only got 1 week to study 4units. how?!?! but no mood man. still watching youtube non-stop. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFrUEroIWm0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chemical romance - welcome to the black parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like them better before. now they just sound more pop-punk than punk like before. but it's still nice.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod!! damn happy on monday lah. melissa found my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white adidas jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1168/432/1600/jacket.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1168/432/320/jacket.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and guess what? it's only S$60!!!! freaking cheap can. hahaha. happy happy :):)&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, time for class. siann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22days left!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116235769864844541?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116235769864844541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116235769864844541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116235769864844541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116235769864844541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-belated-birthday-peifen-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116219785136197343</id><published>2006-10-28T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:44:11.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so tell me,&lt;br /&gt;what good is a heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been kinda busy and lazy to blog since the last post. feeling so lazy to do anything including studying although i really shld start since exams are soo damn near. anyway, let's update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1week left of sch till a study break week. aft that week it'll be exams and 5days aft my last paper, HOME SWEET HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. all the assignments are done!! woohoo!! management last week and stats yesterday. finally can rest a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. being this busy, i havent been thinking abt u that much. i guess i'm also getting used to the fact that the smses would be few and far between and the weekend converstions wldnt be long. but it seems like there's more and more silence on msn. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. been watching anime on youtube and i realised one thing. why cant guys with long hair in real life ever look as hot as long-haired guys in anime do?!?! i mean, not that i want a real guy with long hair to look like anime but i've never seen a guy with long hair look good. they all usually look gay or toot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. feeling a bit frustrated. why do u want ur friends to conform to ur lifestyle? it's not that i dont approve and that i have something against ur lifestyle but i am just not that kinda person. at first it was alright but now it's just getting tiresome. telling me abt "imagine me and you" is fine, but then when i say i dont wanna watch it and u ask me why as if i'm against the theme just ticked me off. and ur demanding attitude? hmm.. u expect so much from people but do u give them the same as u expect of them? u're lucky in so many ways but u always want more, but dont forget, although u expect the people around you to be superhuman and completely without emotions and their own minds, we really are only human just like u are. ur dependent nature? what's up with that? i dont mind helping u and all, but dont forget, it's an individual assignment. we're meant to do it on our own. and u have an exam to sit for it. if u depend on me to give u the ans, u'll never understand no matter how many times i say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a rant, but i can only say it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. found dean geyer's performance that got a touchdown on youtube. (by the way, a touchdown is given by one of the judges when a performance is damn good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1hqHsgW6M4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didnt really throw the guitar. he just tossed it to the side where a guy was waiting to catch it. haha. he didnt wanna destry the guitar. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 26day to going home!!! happiness :) oh, and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hL&lt;/span&gt; got the bag i wanted. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's abt all the updates i can recall. hahaha. now to listen to the online lecture for those that i've been skipping :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116219785136197343?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116219785136197343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116219785136197343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116219785136197343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116219785136197343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-tell-me-what-good-is-heart-been_28.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116092105759524321</id><published>2006-10-15T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:04:17.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched australian idol. damn good show i must say. world first with the contestants performing with instruments. haha. 2 touchdowns but 1 (i think) shldnt have been given though cuz it was given to some guy called damien leith who shld've gotten out a long time ago (he's got this falsetto that the judges like but it's just irritating, and he doesnt look like an idol. he reminds me of that evil wizard in smurf that wants to kill the smurfs. heh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, abt dean geyer. south african dude who's migrated to aus. his accent is abit weird but he's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0rNuqvQ3aZ0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0rNuqvQ3aZ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was during semifinals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got a touchdown tonight. he sang ryan cabrera's on the way down. he made it sound more rockish than it actually was. and he kinda threw the guitar. lol. i think dean's version is better than the original. once youtube has the video i'll put it up. i wld put a pic of him here but i'm too lazy. just click &lt;a href="http://australianidol.bigpond.com.au/default.aspx?page=contestant&amp;ID=53"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, idol show today was good. not like previous weeks.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekends are passing by too quickly for me. siannn...&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to do some tut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116092105759524321?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116092105759524321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116092105759524321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116092105759524321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116092105759524321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-watched-australian-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116083948543240490</id><published>2006-10-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:30:00.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.. i just saw a dead insect on the carpet along the corridor at home. looks exactly like the one in melissa's car. took a pic. haha. here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1168/432/320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;disgusting lah. can u see the 2 tails at the back?? and it's like flat when u look at it from the side. damn gross can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's one thing i dont like abt aus. so many damn freaking insects. different kinds spiders and some with super long legs, insects like that thing above and giant flies that irritate the shit out of u especially in summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116083948543240490?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116083948543240490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116083948543240490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116083948543240490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116083948543240490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116083577456953036</id><published>2006-10-14T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:02:23.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the day passes by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the light, like an invisible shield,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;preventing the inky darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from swallowing me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then the defences begin to fall away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;each second, each minute, each hour,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and night creeps in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a predator stalking its prey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the thoughts fill my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dragging me closer and closer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the darkened pit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suddenly i find myself falling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for what seems like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the longest time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hitting the bottom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there, all i can think of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is to find a way out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mind creating more chaos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as each minute passes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and finally,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i'm too tired to find a way out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i lie down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and allow the darkness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to surround me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i wake up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and think to myself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe that was just a bad dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what i'm typing. guess it's what i'm feeling now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting torturous, feeling this way. i know i shldnt think abt it so much. but really, that's easier said than done. doing work isnt helping either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i talk to u, i miss u more and more. i wish the weekends were longer and the time passed slower. but i wld never wish for u to stay at home everytime so that we cld talk. u have ur life. and it's not like we're whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. it's time to stop thinking abt it, charlene leck yan jun.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, abt shopping yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to one of the shopping centres in the city for abit of late night shopping. haha. looked for stuff to buy back. saw a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;pale yellow&lt;/span&gt; skirt at one of the shops on thurs at another shopping centre near sch. went to the city hoping that they had it on sale. but they didnt even have it. hmm..not sure if i wanna get it or not. saw a long sleeved &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; and black striped shirt. it's 2 for $30 normally but the other colours arent that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa drove there so we got to the city pretty fast. was sitting in the back on the left side when i happened to turn to the right and saw this &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; insect that had a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; head and super long black body with 2 tails at the back. i was so damn freaked out. usually i dont get that freaked out by insects but it's a different story when insects are in cars. cuz in cars they have less space to crawl to and u have less space to move to to get away from them. anyway, tracy sitting in front gave me tissue paper to kill it. i've never been freaked out this much by an insect in a car before. and it kept crawling abit by abit towards me. freaky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, out of point alr. so we were walking arnd. aft walking in and out of a few shops without seeing anything, tracy started saying it'll be damn sad if we came all the way to the city and didnt get anything. haha. so we kept looking out for something to buy. went into one of the surf shops and tracy saw this roxy bag with fake snake/croc print on it. they had &lt;span style="color:#ff3399;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt; and black. haha. i liked the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt; one but melissa didnt like all. haha. but in the end tracy bought the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt;. haha. then she bought a belt too. she wanted to get a shirt for her bf but he didnt call her back so she didnt buy. haha. melissa bought a tube top for herself and a purple formal shirt for her gf. she wanted to get a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; nike shirt with fuzzy stuff on it. haha. but the gf alr got. haha. then i got a &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; bikini (S$24. cld've got it for half the price cuz the salesgirl only scanned in the barcode for the bottoms but i was being a good girl and told the salesgirl she forgot to scan the top. haha.) and a small &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt; wallet (damn cheap, S$2.40. haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa and i saw this &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; nike jacket that was damn nice hanging there (shld've taken a pic cuz i cant find it online!). but when we tried it it looked ok only. we were thinking of buying it. only abt 60singapore dollars lah. but in the end didnt get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to some chinese food court aft that for dinner. had beef kway teow and mee goreng. haha. the mee goreng had no chilli at all!! but was quite jelat aft that cuz it was quite oily. nearly felt like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at abt 9plus. and a headache started aft that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's the shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now off to do the report on the presentation i had this wed. got meeting again tmr. sigh. kinda want it to be cancelled so i dont have to go to sch on a sunday. but then if she cancels it she'll probably call me to tell me and then i'll be wide awake and cant get back to slp. sighh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's a super long entry. haha. i commend u if u've continued reading all the way to the end.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abt 40days left till i'm home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116083577456953036?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116083577456953036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>went shopping for awhile today. but too tired to blog abt it now. tmr lah.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope ur hp bill dont explode :s if it does i'll feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache now. haha. gonna slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116075086442815305?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116075086442815305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116075086442815305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116075086442815305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116075086442815305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-shopping-for-awhile-today.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116062198837011549</id><published>2006-10-12T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T10:59:48.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg!! i just realised i missed mooncake festival!! i wanna eat mooncake lah. saded :(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for class to start. woke up at 930 but cldnt go back to slp aft that. laid in bed till 10 and now i'm just bumming. tired but cant slp. siann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night cldnt slp again. dunno why. haii.. tossed and turned for abt 1hr then cld finally slp.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading archie comics in army. hahahaha. i cldnt stop laughing aft that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116062198837011549?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116062198837011549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116062198837011549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116062198837011549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116062198837011549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg-i-just-realised-i-missed-mooncake.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116056436770066748</id><published>2006-10-11T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:59:27.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back from management tut. had the presentation today. thank God it's finally over!! it's taken enough of my energy alr. did quite well too (hd). haha. so yea, that's that. next up is the report on this presentation but it's not gonna be a prob. haha. can finally relax more :P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry. time for dinner!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116056436770066748?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116056436770066748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116056436770066748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116056436770066748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116056436770066748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-got-back-from-management-tut.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116032503962925453</id><published>2006-10-09T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:30:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so so scared that i'll have to say to u that the chance has come and gone and that it's too late. i really really really dont wanna say that. it wld hurt so bad. it wld pain me so much if it came to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the reason why i dont wanna give up just yet. i wanna hang on until i'm very sure that there's no way u'd go to that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be wandering onto very dangerous grounds. steep slippery slopes with land mines buried just beneath the surface of soil. one wrong step can send me tumbling down into darkness. darkness being..                     (dont know, u fill in the blank)&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end up not going to sch today! haha. happiness!! the other person had some problems with her house and she cldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u God, for today. i am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116032503962925453?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116032503962925453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116032503962925453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116032503962925453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116032503962925453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-so-scared-that-ill-have-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116023575004998021</id><published>2006-10-07T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:46:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired of this waiting game. i feel like giving up this wait and carry on not waiting for anyone until the day i meet the final one. it's mentally draining, thinking abt u and this everyday. and it gets worse at night. that's when it gets almost torturous. i wish i cld have one night, just one night is all i'm asking, without the hurricane of thoughts swirling through my mind, creating chaos and disrupting everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i wanna know how the future wld be. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i let u go, i wld never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i dont want to give up and then regret cuz i've finally let u go and now it's ur turn to feel that way. i dont want it to be &lt;strong&gt;too late&lt;/strong&gt;. that's what i'm most scared of. everything falling in place but the timing is just too late. it wld completely suck if that happened. i dont wanna let it go just yet, cuz there still is that inkling of hope somewhere. it might be small but it's still there. if that glimmer is gone, maybe, just maybe, i'll let u go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. really. dont think i've had this feeling before. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i know i dont pray or go to church or believe in u until i need u. but all i want is a little time. just a short meaningful conversation. that's all i'm asking for. please..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it's confirmed that i'm waiting for my friend to finish her exams then go back to spore together. that means i'll be back on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;23nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;7plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning. 5days aint as bad as 10. dad's gonna book the flight on monday. shld have seats. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a feeling i'm screwed for the management presentation. but i'm beginning to just forget it and do whatever i can tonight for the meeting tmr. sucks lah, going back to sch on a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116023575004998021?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116023575004998021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116023575004998021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116023575004998021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/116023575004998021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-tired-of-this-waiting-game.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-116014830388068307</id><published>2006-10-06T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:29:58.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel lost. like i've lost the meaning to everything. i know why i came to perth but i dont know why i'm studying banking and finance. or why i wanted to study it in the first place. i've lost the clarity through which i could see things and i'm stuck in this confused, muddled state of mind. i'm starting to lose my cool and starting to get frustrated over things that never used to bother me. i'm losing the drive to go to sch, and i think that's partly cuz there's nothing pulling me towards sch. i think i'm losing touch. and i think i'm losing focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. i dont know what's wrong. just feel so moodless (if moodless is even considered a word) everyday. "get out of perth!! get back to spore!!" just pops up in my head almost all the time. i dont know. I Don't Know. I. DON'T. KNOW. i dont even know why i'm lost, how i got lost, where i got lost or what caused me to lose my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and feeling like this &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abt u&lt;/span&gt; isnt helping. i just feel even more confused and lost and then i start to get a little frustrated cuz i feel helpless abt the whole damn situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the flippin' situation. i've got a sucky sem, i feel so damn moodless everyday, i'm getting ticked off at the simplest things that i shldnt be getting ticked off at, i keep thinking of going home, i feel bored no matter what i do, there's this HUGE void of loneliness inside that's just growing exponentially everyday and i dont know if it would ever be filled, and i miss u so much and keep thinking of u but i cant talk to u &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(u might be able to fill that void, but it all depends on u and how u feel)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cld cry it out. but the tears ain't coming so everything's just stuck inside.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shld start running. run for awhile. never liked running long distances but once in awhile it does help. also help to train for when i go back if people ask me to play rugby, i won't be panting 1minute into the game.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i really really miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! haha. talking to her on msn always puts a smile on my face no matter how tired i am. love her to bits :):)&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to management. damn scared for the presentation on wed. though can relax abit cuz the grade from the report can help to pull up the mark, it doesn't suit me to do a half-assed job. but argh, i dont like some people in the class and i have to present with them arnd. bugger. thankfully i have a good partner who doesnt mind talking more. scared that i might end up doing a shabby presentation on the actual day itself. but i think by then i'll be so sick and tired of it i wld just do a lousy presentation anyway. just hope i get at least a credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a long enough post. i dont think i'm stressed or anything. it might missing home and the people that's causing these shit-assed feelings. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-116014830388068307?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/116014830388068307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=116014830388068307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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waiting for management tut at 430. sucks man, 430pm also have to have class. sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring day lah. feel like slping. didnt feel like waking up for stats lecture at 830am. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115994959774923023?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115994959774923023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115994959774923023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115994959774923023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115994959774923023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogging-on-my-laptop-from-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115977266753909268</id><published>2006-10-02T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:31:11.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bv9PxtT1FHo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bv9PxtT1FHo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap video though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115977266753909268?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115977266753909268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115977266753909268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115977266753909268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115977266753909268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115962383132773695</id><published>2006-09-30T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:43:51.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im going crazy. the most random thoughts just keep popping up in my head. sighh..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week's almost over. another week nearer to the time im going back :):)&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit man. gotta go back to sch tmr morning. it's a sunday lah! i really hate management now. have to finish up as much as possible tmr cuz we have to present the week aft next. and there's only 2 people although there's supposed to be 3 in the group. one girl just stopped coming aft a few meetings. no call, no reson given. just stopped coming, even to tut and lectures. wtf man.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's time to do tut. didnt do much over this break. kinda woke up late and bummed arnd everyday. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115962383132773695?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115962383132773695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115962383132773695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115962383132773695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115962383132773695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-im-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115937489802457599</id><published>2006-09-28T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:21:46.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oceans apart day after day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear your voice on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I thought would last somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,can't you see it baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But in the end if I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll take the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,can't you see it baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;richard marx - right here waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back earlier than expected!! haha. last paper is on 17nov. haha. so will either reach back at night on the 17th or on the 18th. depends on the flight. but might wait for a friend to finish her paper on the 22nd to go back tgt. dunno yet. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont really feel extremely happy abt it cuz i have papers on consecutive days (13nov, 14nov, 16nov, 17nov) can die ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said, i really dont like this sem. horrible, terrible, f-ed up, screwed up, shit-ass sem. let's see.. 5 assignments + 1 mid-sem test for statistics, 3 mcq test for commercial law, 1 mcq test + 1 essay for econs and who could forget our beloved management with 1 (complicated) individual report (that probably drives everyone to the brink of dropping the unit) + 1 group presentation (that is almost as frustrating as the individual report cuz of a certain girl that never turns up). on top of that, we still have exams with quite heavy weightage all lined up one day aft the other!! how fun!! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if im ranting but this sem is really S.H.I.T. hope the rest of the time here wont be this bad. argh!! cant wait for this sem to end. really cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could say,&lt;br /&gt;"im not missing u".&lt;br /&gt;i am.&lt;br /&gt;but u dont know,&lt;br /&gt;cuz i wont say it to u.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess u'll never know&lt;br /&gt;just how much i miss u.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today. alot of ranting alr. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115937489802457599?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115937489802457599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115937489802457599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115937489802457599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115937489802457599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/09/oceans-apart-day-after-day-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115903758067405137</id><published>2006-09-24T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T02:53:00.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stoned mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning to stop waiting for something that would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fan leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115903758067405137?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115903758067405137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115903758067405137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115903758067405137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115903758067405137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/09/stoned-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115864773052679653</id><published>2006-09-19T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:35:30.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahh.. law is horrible to read man. so damn long-winded. reading 1 sentence can take at least 1min. and that's only for the simple sentences. haha. they can just make our lives simpler by writing in simple english. maybe it might make their lives simpler too cuz then they wldnt have to write in such a long-winded way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a commercial law test later and i got a whole Act to read. the long-windedness of it is making it that much more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think still can make it lah. pass can alr. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115864773052679653?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115864773052679653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115864773052679653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115864773052679653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115864773052679653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/09/wahh.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115832165550383336</id><published>2006-09-15T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:00:55.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spring is here!! finally, aft all the cold days and freezing nights and the gloomy rainy weather. yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feel so sian when it comes to econs. though im covering what was taught over 2 years in just 1 sem. haha. haii.. i guess econs will always be econs. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prob is that they're asking abt aus govt, economy and policies. cant say much. not that i cld say that much even when it was on singapore. hahaha. oh well, that's what u get when u study overseas i guess. but still can handle :)&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;peifen&lt;/span&gt; msg me on msn ask y i always sound so stress. hahaha. funny lah. i not stress alr k? but thanks for ur concern :):)&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life we always come to a split in the path. both in different directions leading to different endings. ever wondered what u would meet on the path u didnt choose? or what would be happening at this point in time if u'd gone on that other road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. just thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to radio and doing work. haha. guy sebastian's song is playing. he cut his afro lah. now he looks weird. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, random again.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone know how much it is to call and sms aus from spore using starhub?? please let me know..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, gotta do econs now. been procrastinating enough for today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115832165550383336?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115832165550383336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115832165550383336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115832165550383336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115832165550383336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/09/spring-is-here-finally-aft-all-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115824924634388074</id><published>2006-09-14T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:57:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont understand. are u really interested in that cca? or are u joining it cuz of ur mentality that joining that cca will help u lose weight? ur whining has been going on for ages. please, it's beginning to border on the edge of mere shallowness.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind's a mess. fan leh!! rahh!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i knew how to say it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hL&lt;/span&gt;, for making me laugh so much that day :) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love u and miss u loads!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs essay due on monday. haha. as usual feeling sian when it comes to econs. but now i've gotta find resources that support it. crap! heck man, im gonna get like 6 or 7 sources. haha. much better than the min 20 sources i had to get for management.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1168/432/320/jacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want this jacket. but i know it's not sold in spore :(:( hopefully they have it in the melbourne adidas performance store. my friend's going there. hope they have it and the price isnt too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope they still sell that bag in spore. might be too late though :(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, that's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115824924634388074?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115824924634388074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115824924634388074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115824924634388074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115824924634388074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115807349808689527</id><published>2006-09-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:04:58.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u just made my day. and probably my week. :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115807349808689527?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115772947391841030</id><published>2006-09-08T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:41:27.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damnit. why the fuck do they have to have econs test on a saturday?!?! and of all saturdays it has to be tmr. that means i cant stay up. it just has to be the day when.. sighh..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad. but many thanks to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hL&lt;/span&gt; for that quick chat last night :):)&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking management report nearly killed me. took up so much time and energy. 1 reason for me not to be a manager. eew..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about things these few days. scared lah. i guess im scared of the possibilities. dunno also lah..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing everyone back home. cant wait for nov!&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing out a msg.&lt;br /&gt;pausing, finger over the send button.&lt;br /&gt;shld i send, shld i not send? shld i send, shld i not send?&lt;br /&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;delete the msg.&lt;br /&gt;without a word being sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the millionth time im doing that. sighh..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, how's a girl supposed to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the veronicas - revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's abt it. next up for assignments: stats and econs both due the week after next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like this sem :(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115747715066573361</id><published>2006-09-06T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T01:28:01.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know</title><content type='html'>i dont know. i guess all i wanted to say was "i miss you".&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. would it be weird if i said it to you?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115747715066573361?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115747715066573361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>never cried over an assignment/homework before. but this management report is driving me up the wall. dont know shit abt what to do. and the help that the lecturer gives seems like no help at all. and it's a &lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;fucking&lt;strong&gt;%&lt;/strong&gt; of my grade! AND it has to have &lt;strong&gt;at least 20&lt;/strong&gt; different sources for my research (not including the textbook)!! AND AND it's due &lt;strong&gt;8sept&lt;/strong&gt; along with another assignment and a test the next day!!! seriously wtf. all i've typed out is the cover page, table of contents and the heading of the first 2 sections. bloody hell, this is only an elective unit. a unit that i didnt have to take in the first place. and it making me frustrated. the units that are compulsory for me to take are so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant un-confuse myself. dunno leh. i know i wld never tell. but i sometimes wonder what wld happen if i did. rahh!! nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel powter has nice videos for his songs. ok, that was random. haha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downloaded &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;aeon flux&lt;/span&gt;. only regret is that i didnt get to watch it in the cinemas. watched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a walk to remember&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stepmom&lt;/span&gt;. both my friend's dvds. i prefer the book for a walk to remember. maybe cuz i dont really like mandy moore's face. heh.. but it's still ok. stepmom is touching and i like the little boy. he's damn cute!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downloaded the first 4 episodes of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;southpark&lt;/span&gt;. haha. super hilarious. downloading the next 4 now.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. that shld be all. thought of many many things to say the other night when i cldnt slp. woke up the next day and forgot everything. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;counting down the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115643418345566970?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115609441435676495</id><published>2006-08-21T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:20:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a sense of relief with a tinge of sadness. need to un-confuse myself. feeling bleagh right now. could be the tiredness..&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115609441435676495?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115609441435676495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115609441435676495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115609441435676495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115609441435676495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/08/sense-of-relief-with-tinge-of-sadness.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115569947372665016</id><published>2006-08-16T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:54:47.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you ever get lonely baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't you ever get tired of living that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't you ever wonder whether there's a better life, out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you ever think about what we had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and how you'd give anything to get it back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you ever think you'll never love that way again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wondering if only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you ever get lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shannon noll - lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucky management assignment. it's seriously killing me. bleagh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115569947372665016?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115569947372665016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115569947372665016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115569947372665016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115569947372665016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-ever-get-lonely-baby-dont-you.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115552779194948988</id><published>2006-08-14T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:56:44.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've got my proper internet connection!! but it pissed me off so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i was supposed to get the modem on 8th aug but the ISP called and said it wld only come on 9th aug. i waited for it on the 9th and it never came lah! the next day, 10th aug, called the ISP to get the number for the courier company that's supposed to send it. had to call them to check when the modem was coming and if i cld change the day cuz i had to be out doing a project. called and they flippin put me on hold loh! i was cursing and swearing. and since im using prepaid for my mobile, i got charged a freaking A$11 lah!! wtf!! they came on 10th aug afternoon and thankfully the owner of my place was here and she cld help me sign for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that went to set up the connection and everything. got even more pissed cuz when the telelphone guy came to connect the phone line, he asked me to buy a special plug for the telephone point in my room and the same plug came with the modem lah! so angry loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasted A$23 just so that i can set up the internet here. bummer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, will still use wireless once in awhile cuz there's a limit to the usage.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having ups and downs again. but on a much smaller scale than last sem. confused abt some things, worried abt some things. haii..&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to show some division between the stuff im typing. easier to read. and im gonna try to stop using lahs and lohs. realised that im using it too much and that when i speak to the non-singaporeans/malaysians it get quite difficult not to say lah/loh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's it for now. im supposed to be researching now. but just too lazy. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115552779194948988?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115552779194948988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115552779194948988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115552779194948988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115552779194948988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-ive-got-my-proper-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115453729677592727</id><published>2006-08-03T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:49:54.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the lake house&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. a really really REALLY good show. but it's also kinda impossible lah. haha. nice ending, but a few people were saying it wasnt good so was watching and hoping that it wldnt end at some abrupt point. heh.. next time shld go watch movies on tuesdays cuz it's only A$9. but tuesdays are sucky days cuz i have a lecture at 830am (!!) then a flipping 5hr break (!!!) then another lecture till 5pm so can only watch the shows at night. haii.. sucky timetable this sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's abt it lah. nothing much to do since the stupid internet isnt set up properly yet. still stealing people's wireless. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy alr. haha. 2days of having to go for an 830am class is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115453729677592727?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115453729677592727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115453729677592727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115453729677592727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115453729677592727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/08/watched-lake-house-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115427622459504319</id><published>2006-07-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:17:04.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched hilary duff's &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;raise your voice&lt;/span&gt; last night. wasnt that great lah. but the english guy oliver james is pretty cute. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll only have proper internet connection on 8th august. if i ever post this means that im stealing someone's wireless connection. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a pair of skinny jeans on friday! A$69.95 leh. haha. but it's nice. now i might get a straight cut one and maybe another skinny jeans that is in black denim (cuz the one i have is blue and the black one looks nice too. heh..) money is flying away!! got nike socks at 3 for A$10. flippin' cheap lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a A$5 tshirt yesterday. haha. a little bit big but it was the only design i cld find. haha. but yesterday wasnt a good day. went to a friend's uncle's shop for breakfast/lunch. her uncle usually doesnt charge her and her friends but then he charged us. if the food was good and was of a reasonable portion i wldnt mind. but the portion was kinda small and the prices were high. aft that didnt really wanna spend that much. heart pain lah. and also alr spent so much on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's abt it. been thinking a lot lately but everything is just jumbled up so it's difficult to put it all down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired this week. been waking up early. have 2 lectures at 830am this sem! dunno how im gonna drag myself out of bed in the morning. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out tmr to check on learning driving here. hehe. hopefully can start soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115427622459504319?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115427622459504319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115427622459504319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115427622459504319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115427622459504319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/watched-hilary-duffs-raise-your-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115401658733217727</id><published>2006-07-27T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:12:47.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and this is what boredom leads u to do. i seriously need to find some form of entertainment. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: NAME A FRIEND WHO'S NAMES STARTS WITH A "S". - suyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 4TH PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALLS: - none..i always pick up the calls.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT DID THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED SAY?: - my mom asking how much something costs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS? - sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU HAVE CURLY HAIR? - yeap, but it's rebonded now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT IS THE NEXT CONCERT YOURE GOING TO? - none..anyone wanna invite me?&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHOS THE COOLEST PERSON IN YOUR LIFE? - all my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT WORDS DO YOU SAY A LOT? i dunno what words i say a lot. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU ATE: - pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU SAID TO SOMEONE AND WHO WAS IT? - something abt one of the lecturers. to the landlady and her daugher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU WATCH TV? - duh! what a stupid qn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE DONNIE DARKO? - nope..but sounds familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU HAVE WORK TOMORROW? - not working anymore. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: EVER BEEN HUNTING? - nope..would be a good experience though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE? - hopefully..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "i love u" AND MEANT IT? - to hL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING RIGHT NOW?? - sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? - hmm..maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHO'S THE YOUNGEST ONE IN THE FAMILY ? - me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE? - yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER? - yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU CLEAN UP NICE? - i guess so.. no one has complained. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: LAST TIME YOU USED A SKATEBOARD? - hmm..cant remember..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU SLEPT BESIDES YOUR HOUSE? - the room im&lt;br /&gt;renting in perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: EVER RUN OUT OF GAS ON THE ROAD? - dont even have a car..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: BEST MOVIE YOU'VE SEEN IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS? - pirates of the caribbean: dead&lt;br /&gt;man's chest :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU THINK PEOPLE WHO COME UP WITH BRAIN DEAD QUIZZES ARE CRYING FOR HELP IN SOME TWISTED WAY? - guess so..but the ones who do it need help too!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Best]&lt;br /&gt;1. Vacation: thailand is always good :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Day of the week: saturday, sunday&lt;br /&gt;3. Food: singapore's food.&lt;br /&gt;4. Memory: - 16072006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Last]&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you saw: landlady and her daughter&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: melissa&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugged: hL and jac&lt;br /&gt;4. You person text: mom&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you chatted with online: hL/seeto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Favorite]&lt;br /&gt;1. Number(s): 9&lt;br /&gt;2. Song: too many to be listed here&lt;br /&gt;3. Color: purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[True or False]&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person: false&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist: semi&lt;br /&gt;I am an only child: true&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my pajamas: false&lt;br /&gt;I am currently single: true&lt;br /&gt;I am online 24/7: false&lt;br /&gt;I am very shy around the opposite gender: hmm..not true and not false. in the middle..haha&lt;br /&gt;I can be paranoid at times: false&lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something that I have done: false&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone: false. ears get too hot. heh..&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn: true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115401658733217727?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115401658733217727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115329611185918876</id><published>2006-07-19T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:16:29.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hL is the best!!&lt;/span&gt; really really thankful for her :) what more cld anyone ask for in a friend.. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feeling bleagh. i guess this cycle will repeat itself as long as im still studying here. i cant imagine what wld happen if i dont go back next june. will i breakdown? travelling back and forth is expensive. and everything is alr costing so much. anyway, that's next year. and im trying not to feel so much these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked abt interesting stuff with hL on sunday. and i think that no word could ever describe what a lousy person u are. i might not have been happy when whatever happened last year, but aft listening to what hL said, i thank God that we were over before anything else happened. i really feel sad that u have stooped so low as to do a repeat of last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hL&lt;/span&gt;: rmb u asked ur bro to help u find out stuff? muz tell me k? haha. i wanna be a busybody and know what's going on :p lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold + boredom is not a good combination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, abt u. havent given it much thought. actually, i have no idea what i want. i wanna know what u want. so that i wld know what i gotta do. oh bugger. bugger bugger bugger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was a mutant and had to have a special power, i'd like to have the power to read people's minds. not control the minds like jean grey or professor x. just reading the minds is enough. then i wld know what people are truly thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry, but the owner is outside with some friend. dont wanna go out. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115329611185918876?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115329611185918876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115329611185918876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115329611185918876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115329611185918876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/hl-is-best-really-really-thankful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115313949929649977</id><published>2006-07-17T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:06:35.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so dinner at tea party with suyi, sat and cheryl were good. usual lah.. haha. ate little but paid alot. 16bucks for 2 small slices of pizza and a slice of oreocheesecake. hmm.. not that worth the money. but meeting up with them made up for part of it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no touch at sentosa in the end cuz no one was going. decided not to meet the class ppl. thank god i didnt. according to hL it was quite lousy. haha. so few ppl went, and they did nothing. not even watch movie loh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met hL and seeto for lunch on sun. yummy yummy yummy!! haha. had &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;banana and peach waffles&lt;/span&gt; :):) hL had ribs and he had porkchop. lol. cldnt eat much cuz was going to grandma's place for dinner. that seeto woke up at 230pm when we were supposed to meet at 3 loh. we went to walk walk while waiting for him. aft that when he reach city hall still muz shit before meeting us. wth. then aft many minutes of asking him where he is and trying to find him, decided to meet at marina's mac. got there and saw no seeto outside mac. looked arnd and saw him standing outside zara. still dare say we late loh! haii.. walked arnd aimlessly to look for food and finally sat down at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cafe cartel&lt;/span&gt; at 530pm. and we were supposed to meet for lunch. haha. so we ate, and we talked, and we laughed, and we took pics! short time, but it was good :) but the service there is like shit lah. super slow loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed home aft going to grandma's place. watched the ending of &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the mummy returns&lt;/span&gt; and started to pack. while packing was hoping that the luggage wldnt get overweight. haha. thankfully it didnt. finally packed everything at 11plus. but cldnt slp till 1am. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leaving is always tough. wish i was rich enough to own a private jet so that i cld fly back and forth everyday. haha. then leaving wldnt be so painful. feeling abit bleagh right now. give me afew days and i'll be able to write better stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and guess what. my new place doesnt have internet at all. but i can come online cuz im tapping into some person's wireless account!! haha. i was just trying to see if i cld and it worked!! haha. was damn happy just seeing the msn thing come out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. gonna log off soon. super tired. didnt get to slp on the plane. they had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;v for vendetta&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she's the man&lt;/span&gt;, ice age 2, the benchwarmers and some other stuff. watched the first 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, if u dont see me online means i cant connect to the wireless and my internet is not up. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115313949929649977?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115313949929649977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115313949929649977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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talked. too bad didnt have much sun and the wind was blowing, so we were both feeling cold. haha. later went back to sch with her to collect cert and ate our fav fried fish bee hoon. jac came aft that to collect her cert too. then headed to town to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pirates of the caribbean dead man's chest&lt;/span&gt;. flippin' good show :):) abit of an abrupt ending but still good! johnny depp just keeps getting better and better. *yum. haha. they have pirates 3!!! yippee yay yay!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with first 3 months ppl tmr. then touch and mebbe class ppl on sat. busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i cld extend the time im staying here.. :(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's nagging at me to go slp. wth lah. so damn early lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115280544858991525?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115234997016942431</id><published>2006-07-08T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T17:12:50.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>update time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met hL on wed at spag. made brownie for them. haha. laughed so much. crazy bunch of ppl lah. went to take neoprints and heeren. 1st time wasnt good. haha. we werent prepared as usual. took another time and it was good!! haha. so much nicer :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs.. met hL again aft she ended work. watched &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;just my luck&lt;/span&gt;. pretty good show. super funny at some parts. haha. nice nice. met some spag ppl again. then met ed and yonvin aft dinner. sat at starbucks for super long. haha. pictures pictures. happy day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting the class later. finally marina steamboat!! craving for it since awhile ago. haha. *yumyum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115234997016942431?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115234997016942431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115234997016942431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115234997016942431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115234997016942431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/update-time-met-hl-on-wed-at-spag.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115185930452602424</id><published>2006-07-03T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:55:04.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so portugal is in :):) but brazil is out :(:( cant wait for semi-finals and finals!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hL's back from taiwan!! cant wait to meet her :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather here is so damn hot lah. feel like bathing all the time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115185930452602424?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115185930452602424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115185930452602424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115185930452602424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115185930452602424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-portugal-is-in-but-brazil-is-out.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115151790960496742</id><published>2006-06-29T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T02:05:09.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wth.. was just watching mtv and they showed ronan keating's remake of iris by goo goo dolls. doesnt do the original any justice leh. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, havent been thinking abt the previous thing since i came back. dunno why.. guess i was just thinking a bit too much last time. it was a gd distraction from the stupid studying. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115151790960496742?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115125676621831541</id><published>2006-06-26T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:35:21.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi!! back from perth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flight back was quite alright. got a little turbulent once in awhile but was ok. but the plane was bloody full lah. so many ppl. wasnt sure if they were gonna give a meal or not but they gave supper! haha. was kinda nice for airplane food. heh.. watched the show &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ultraviolet&lt;/span&gt;. managed to catch abt an hour plus of slp only. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back and went for breakfast with the parents. had my &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;iced milo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;prata&lt;/span&gt;!!! haha. fav fav :) went back home and slept till almost 1pm. hahaha. went for dinner with a few ppl. had beef kway teow (yum!) and a few sticks of satay (yumyum!!). got back pretty late and slept kinda early cuz still felt tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12plus just now. heh.. went to eat dimsum at some neighbourhood. haha. kinda nice. lol.. then went to grandma's place at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching the england ecuador match just now. prob gonna slp soon. haha. too lazy to stay up. anyway, going to cut my hair tmr, straighten it too. mebbe dye it again. if i stay up, might not be able to wake up in time. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, glad to be back :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115125676621831541?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115097269955897652</id><published>2006-06-22T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:39:58.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have i ever said how much i hate packing? no? well then, I HATE PACKING!!!!!!!!!!!!! shitty-est shit to do man. me being the lazy person that i am isnt helping either bleagh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many possible scenarios and situations are popping up in my head. i guess no one knows, except for God or whoever controls fate, what wld happen till it happens. but by then, it might be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like there was a moment when u shld've said something to someone but u didnt? thinking back, i realised there were so many of these moments. it might have changed things, it might not have. but the fact is that although it was the right time to say whatever it was, i never said anything. either cuz i didnt dare to, or i just cldnt find the right words. thing is, whether to regret that whatever was meant to be said didnt get said, or to just wait for the next moment to say it. the problem is that the moment may never come again, and even if it does it'll be too long since the previous one and everything's been pushed to the back of ur head and u wont realise it till it's too late and the whole cycle repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont want any answers, just writing down what's in my head. dunno why im in such reflective mood these few days. hahaha. probably cuz there's nothing much to do other than think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all the time im thinking, thinking..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, time to watch some tv. not good tv, just plain boring tv. this place is seriously boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115095249553544873</id><published>2006-06-22T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:01:35.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still believe my feelings, but sometimes i feel too much..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115095249553544873?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115095249553544873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks for making me laugh all the time. u always seem to know how to make my day :) the reason im writing this here is cuz i dunno how to tell this to u. mebbe someday u'll know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last paper later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115091444274098615?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115091444274098615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115091444274098615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115091444274098615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115091444274098615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/06/2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115086461011802809</id><published>2006-06-21T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:36:50.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;3 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like saying i've been punk'd. hahahaha. shld've known it was all a joke. so ridiculous lah. haha. nepal. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like slping now tho i woke up at 11. haha. but gotta study this shit for tmr's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115086461011802809?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115086461011802809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115086461011802809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115086461011802809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115086461011802809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115072823312615263</id><published>2006-06-19T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:00:29.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;5 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think shldnt push it too far. i'll see what situations fate throws at me when i get back, and then i'll respond to whatever it is. guess there's no point pushing for something that isnt gonna be. gonna be difficult tho. i tend to push things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last paper on thurs!! yippeee!! i wish i wld come a little faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept so much today. haha. came back aft the paper and slept from 1230 to 4pm. haha. was only planning on slping for an hour. lol. prob wont slp so early tonight since i've had so much slp. haha. it's ok tho. got ppl to accompany me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. my knees are hurting. muz be the cold and the extreme lack of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored sick of perth. heh.. and bored of this template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115072823312615263?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115072823312615263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115072823312615263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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feel so unprepared. sigh.. hopefully i can pass tmr's paper. then i shld be able to pass overall. God, please help me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reading.. no time for writing notes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully i can get some slp tonight. tried to slp early last night but ended up slping at 3am. sigh. insomnia is prob hitting me again. and the fact that there's a million things running thru my brain is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115064283567501927?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115064283567501927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115064283567501927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;so frustrated now. cant seem to concentrate. keep getting distracted by the thought of going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115056169865866968?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115056169865866968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115056169865866968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115056169865866968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115056169865866968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/06/6-days.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115053815017271987</id><published>2006-06-17T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T17:55:56.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 days = 1 week = home sweet home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115053815017271987?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115053815017271987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115053815017271987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115053815017271987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115053815017271987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/06/7-days-1-week-home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115046845123670550</id><published>2006-06-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:34:11.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u dont know what u mean to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115046845123670550?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115046845123670550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115046845123670550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115046845123670550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115046845123670550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/06/u-dont-know-what-u-mean-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115043525843985262</id><published>2006-06-16T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:20:58.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;8 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so tired. studying is horrible. so is packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent resolved the confusion going on in my brain. at least there's studying to help distract. contradicting i know, but that's what i have to do. guess i'll see what happens when i get back to spore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be out shopping now. but too lazy to go out. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to slp a little more before studying again. late nights on msn dont really help with the tiredness but at least im content :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115043525843985262?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115043525843985262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204531&amp;postID=115043525843985262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115043525843985262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204531/posts/default/115043525843985262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/2006/06/8-days.html' title=''/><author><name>charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04371570445320380394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204531.post-115034636738455228</id><published>2006-06-15T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:26:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;9 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like it's still so long till the day i fly back home. haiii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slept at 5am last night. haha. just talking to u makes me happy :) all the feelings i had abt frens when i first came have been buried deep down for quite awhile. and u dug it up with just 1 question. but thank u, for making me cry and then making smile and laugh again. guess i needed that mini breakdown. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz thinking abt going home makes me wanna jump arnd. haha. so excited. but this stupid exam is dragging on forever. rahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it's nice to lie in bed and think and dream of stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115034636738455228?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115034636738455228/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;11 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packing and studying arent a good mix. haha. gotta pack up my stuff to move to my fren's place over the holidays. and i need to study for the last 2 papers. haha. one chapter, pack. one chapter pack. hopefully i can get it done. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i cld stay up all night talking to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204531-115018418084684946?l=brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenpiecesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/115018418084684946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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