<?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-15830645</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:36:50.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces Of Me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15830645.post-113759077827648518</id><published>2006-01-18T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:35:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hurting bad.&lt;br /&gt;So many unanswered questions.&lt;br /&gt;I can only guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was all a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was fake.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;No one really knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm tired..&lt;br /&gt;Cos I wish to let go..&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's time to stop..&lt;br /&gt;Cos I wanna forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113759077827648518?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113759077827648518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113759077827648518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113759077827648518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113759077827648518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-hurting-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113742082305115764</id><published>2006-01-16T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:13:46.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm fucking stressed. THREE tests on Wednesday - A. Maths, Physics and Chem. WTF. Tomorrow got Physics remedial. WTF. How the fuck do you expect me to study. Stupid teacher with her stupid PMS. Fuck man. "Don't bargain". BARGAIN MY ASS. Fucking shit. CRACKPOT. No time. NO TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113742082305115764?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113742082305115764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113742082305115764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113742082305115764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113742082305115764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-fucking-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113726272013420654</id><published>2006-01-15T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T02:18:40.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stefanie Sun's Concert!!! (: Photos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             The stage. Before she came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             There she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Sparks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Can't remember singing to what song. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             I think she must be super light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            I like this dance. To the song "Shen Qi" I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Many many hands! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             I wanna be high up there too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Sang with F.I.R. ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            I love them. And I love Faye's voice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Yello dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            I didn't know she could play the piano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Duet with Tanya. "Yuan Dian".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20068.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20068.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Encore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Stefanie%20090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Stefanie%20090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            And she leaves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think me and Ziya were the most unenthusiastic audience. Cos we got the tickets for free, and also, we seem to be very tired. Haha.. But overall, I think the concert is good. Her voice is damn powerful. (: Yup. And the lyrics of all her songs are all meaningful. I mean those ballads. Yeah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after the concert we were sort of lost. Yeah, so we followed the crowd and ended up at a bus stop. I called my sis and she told me I have no direct bus home. I had to change bus, so yeah, I just board a bus with Ziya. And I realise that it was going towards the wrong direction! So anyway, I alighted and went to the opposite bus stop. Ziya could walk home from where we were soshe went off first. Yup. So I board a bus that came. I wasn't sure where to alight so after like 2 or 3 stops I just got off. And it was so quiet!! Nobody! So scary. Lol. I saw this bus that could go to my house so I happily board the bus. Andddd... I realise it was going to the opposite direction. The one which WILL NOT pass by my house!!!! God, I could have killed myself. Haha.. So I went opposite and took the same bus again. I was so afraid there'll be no more bus service cos it was reaching 12! Lol. Finally, I reached home. After like so many bus rides. =\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup. Feeling so tired now. I gotta study tomorrow. Sighs. Stressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only way to stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/15830645-113726272013420654?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113726272013420654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113726272013420654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113726272013420654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113726272013420654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2006/01/stefanie-suns-concert-photos-stage.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113722189746408642</id><published>2006-01-14T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:58:17.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored. Sighs. I can't wait for Chinese New Year. I realised that a year pass damn fast. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pierced my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113722189746408642?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113722189746408642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113722189746408642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113722189746408642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113722189746408642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2006/01/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113714871866782193</id><published>2006-01-13T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T18:38:38.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sun. After continuous rain. Sounds great, but I prefer the rain. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Got my pay today.. after like a zillion years. Well, at least it reached a hundred. So now I'm a little rich. Haha. Went to some ulu place at Ang Mo Kio industrial park with Ziya to collect the Sun Yanzi's concert tickets. I'm going with her! (: Yup. I've got loads of homework. =\ Sometimes I wish someone can just take me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strained enough. What I hoped for. Came the total opposite. Messed up. Get all the emotions and mix them well. That's how I'm feeling now. So fucked up. To not know what to do. To not know what's gonna happen next. If only none of this happened.. If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want my old life back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113714871866782193?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113714871866782193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113714871866782193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113714871866782193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113714871866782193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2006/01/sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113707544749919208</id><published>2006-01-12T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:29:07.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>自欺欺人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女:就算忍&lt;br /&gt;男:守得了秘密还不安心 原谅我&lt;br /&gt;女:不懂得再怎麽扮幸运 原谅我&lt;br /&gt;男:我顾虑成罪人&lt;br /&gt;女:毕竟总有恻隐&lt;br /&gt;男:知感情完了 扮未发生&lt;br /&gt;女:想开口又沈默 想分手又难受 终於都 欺骗你欺骗我感受&lt;br /&gt;男:还道歉 说我会补救&lt;br /&gt;女:怎退後 (男:对你说谎 表演够不够)&lt;br /&gt;女:这次 男:又再骗你一次&lt;br /&gt;女:何不狠心一试&lt;br /&gt;男:太害怕令你变得寂寞 每一次 都装出我好意&lt;br /&gt;女:担心得我一个 呆坐到六时&lt;br /&gt;男:别妄想你都讲过 别懒惰要说清楚&lt;br /&gt;女:看 我们正对峙 懦弱地逃避了事 敷衍都算关注&lt;br /&gt;男:潇洒点结束不等於自私&lt;br /&gt;合:分开方可各自开始&lt;br /&gt;女:不想等是时候 不想拖是时候 真不想 欺骗你欺骗我感受&lt;br /&gt;男:诚实说 我爱你不够&lt;br /&gt;女:想退後 (男:爱到这刻只得责任)&lt;br /&gt;女:不想占有 这次&lt;br /&gt;男:又再骗我一次&lt;br /&gt;女:何不狠心一试&lt;br /&gt;男:太害怕害我变得寂寞 我想试 始终不敢乱试&lt;br /&gt;女:担心得你一个 呆坐到六时&lt;br /&gt;男:别妄想你都讲过 别懒惰要说清楚&lt;br /&gt;女:看 我们正对峙 懦弱地逃避了事 敷衍都算关注&lt;br /&gt;男:潇洒点结束不等於自私 我为何怕事&lt;br /&gt;女:没法拖手 (男:这次) 女:就要挥手&lt;br /&gt;男:这次 我曾发誓对你好 愿做你好友 减低一点内疚&lt;br /&gt;女:真心话 我跟你无谓再逗留&lt;br /&gt;男:别妄想你都讲过 别懒惰 要说清楚&lt;br /&gt;女:既决定了告辞 别冒昧来电救治 请收起你心意&lt;br /&gt;男:潇洒点结束不等於自私&lt;br /&gt;合:不必假装血流不止&lt;br /&gt;女:不要&lt;br /&gt;男:又再诈骗 不要&lt;br /&gt;女:情深款款&lt;br /&gt;合:不要 留下次处置&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些谎言，只有我会信。&lt;br /&gt;你离开了，我希望你不再回来。&lt;br /&gt;这样， 忘记你不会那么痛苦。&lt;br /&gt;我以为你和他们不同。&lt;br /&gt;我错了。&lt;br /&gt;错得可笑。&lt;br /&gt;对我忽冷忽热的态度， 我受够了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你彻彻底底地伤了我。&lt;br /&gt;算了吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱，差异一直存在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;这有种叫做时间的东西，说没问题，最后我们会痊愈。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113707544749919208?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113707544749919208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113707544749919208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113707544749919208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113707544749919208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113707118231393538</id><published>2006-01-12T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:06:22.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather's so cold. With the pouring rain and all. Replica of how I feel. Sighs. Both A. Maths and Chemistry test is on the same day next week. Screw it. I'm so fucking stress. Got my locker. Love my combination and it's at the top row. (: Got lots of homework waiting. Maybe I shall do some. Feeling so fucking tired. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make things better? It's affecting me. Even if I'm not showing it, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're no different. Not at all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113707118231393538?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113707118231393538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113707118231393538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113707118231393538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113707118231393538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2006/01/weathers-so-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113698895060065752</id><published>2006-01-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:15:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, today is NERD day. Bought all my freaking TYS from Popular. Haha.. So heavy.. Carry home. Hmm.. Was late for school. Lol. Man, late for 3 days in a term, in house suspesion for 5 days meaning sit in front of the General Office from 8 to 6. Madness!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Gan is very cute. Lol. Eccentric science teacher. Haha.. Hmmm.. Nothing much to say. School's tiring. The stress. Ahhh. Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i hate you so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113698895060065752?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113698895060065752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113698895060065752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113698895060065752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113698895060065752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2006/01/god-today-is-nerd-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113688841392282521</id><published>2006-01-10T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T18:20:13.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the numbness. no, im never gonna fall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections made me realise how foolish I was to be taken in by those words. To trust what I should never had. The consequence of losing something important. I'm sorry. I really am. I know no amount of sorries will be able to make things better. Nothing will ever be the same again. I've made a mess out of things. A wrong judgement. I just wish everything would be better. Cos I really miss those days we had. I really am sorry for eveything that had happened. I never meant to. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got my com back. Turned out to be a loose connection only. Made me so afraid of losing all my files. Chey. Damn, I really miss blogging so much. Hmmm.. I have been feeling the pressure of the O levels this year. The pressure of doing well. Sighs. Homeroom system is fine, just a little chaotic. Yeah, I hate my new timetable. End school at 1615 on Thursday. WTF. Stupid. Yeah, that's about it. I love band. And I'm looking forward to the esplanade performance. And also completing all the songs. (: KCB rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I miss everyone. Take care. Toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ear hurts like hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113688841392282521?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113688841392282521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113688841392282521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113688841392282521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113688841392282521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2006/01/numbness.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113644158601673814</id><published>2006-01-05T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T14:13:06.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I'm in the school's com lab now. School started. So many things happened. Sighs. Too many things to blog about. Right now, I feel like I hate my life. Everything is fucking wrong. Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113644158601673814?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113644158601673814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113644158601673814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113644158601673814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113644158601673814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-im-in-schools-com-lab-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113566551887043068</id><published>2005-12-27T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:38:38.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My com died. ): Now when I switch it on it just goes "tooooooooooooooot". And die. Sighs. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Mel's house. Heh. I woke up at 0730 this morning and can't get back to sleep. OMG. What's wrong with me.. =&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Nothing else. Just kinda bored and I can't stand not blogging. Hope my com recovers soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year's coming.. Which means my sister's birthday is coming.. Which means I have to get her a present. LOL. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, toodles. I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113566551887043068?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113566551887043068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113566551887043068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113566551887043068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113566551887043068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-com-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113545536342874275</id><published>2005-12-25T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T04:17:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm feeling bored. So here goes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spell your name backwards: enidlareg.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had a song written about you: not that blessed. heh.&lt;br /&gt;what song makes you cry: waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;what song makes you happy: mr brightside. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;what's your all time fav. Song: many-zi qi qi ren, hao hao lian ai, lian ai da guo tian, etc..&lt;br /&gt;what do you listen to before you go to sleep: anything I like in my mp3&lt;br /&gt;height: 171 and NOT growing. [I hope.]&lt;br /&gt;hair color: dark brown. typical asian colour.&lt;br /&gt;piercings: 4 and counting. (:&lt;br /&gt;tattoos: I wish I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Now . . .&lt;br /&gt;what color pants are you wearing: white.&lt;br /&gt;what song are you listening to: none. it's getting late. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;what taste is in your mouth: booz ice cream soda and the ham which I ate earlier.&lt;br /&gt;what the weather like : cold.&lt;br /&gt;how are you: kinda tired.&lt;br /&gt;get motion sickness?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;have a bad habit: I guess. but not sure what.&lt;br /&gt;get along with your parents: I love my mum. (:&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend/girlfriend: nope.&lt;br /&gt;have a current crush: crushes are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;have a big regret: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite . . .&lt;br /&gt;tv show: love concierge.&lt;br /&gt;conditioner: pantene.&lt;br /&gt;book: harry potter, dan brown's.&lt;br /&gt;non alchohol drink: green tea, coke, sprite, etc.&lt;br /&gt;alchohol drink: BOOZ ICE CREAM SODA, vodka and bercadi[?].&lt;br /&gt;things to do on the weekend: play pool! or go my aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever . . .&lt;br /&gt;broken the law: I guess. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;ran away from home: nope.&lt;br /&gt;snuck out of the house: not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;ever gone skinny dipping: unfortunately, I live in Singapore. I think it's illegal.&lt;br /&gt;made a prank phone call: maybe when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;tipped over a portapotty: eh?&lt;br /&gt;use your parents credit card: my parents have NO card.&lt;br /&gt;skipped school before: yes.&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep in the shower/bath: no.&lt;br /&gt;been in a school play: ehhh. can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;had a boyfriend/girlfriend: uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;had children: at my age? you gotta be kidding.&lt;br /&gt;been in love: i guess?&lt;br /&gt;have a hard time getting over someone: uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;been hurt: DUH.&lt;br /&gt;gone out with someone you only knew for 3 days: not that I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random . . .&lt;br /&gt;have a job: HAD.&lt;br /&gt;your cd player has what in it right now: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;if you were a crayon, what color would you be: PURPLE.&lt;br /&gt;what makes you happy: shopping? and uh, getting what I long for.&lt;br /&gt;the next CD you're going to buy: who buys CDs nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When/What Was the Last . . .&lt;br /&gt;you got a real letter: few weeks ago, from school.. reminding us about the A. Maths test.&lt;br /&gt;got an email: just. from friendster. T.T&lt;br /&gt;thing you purchased: famous amos no nut chocolate chip cookies!&lt;br /&gt;Tv program you watched: yesterday's love concierge.&lt;br /&gt;movie you saw in the theaters: harry potter and the goblet of fire.&lt;br /&gt;kiss (not from family member) : that's for me to know and NOT for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;hug: same goes.&lt;br /&gt;song heard: uhhhhhh. ba ai fang kai.&lt;br /&gt;place you were [ besides home ]: TOWN!&lt;br /&gt;phonecall: eugene.&lt;br /&gt;you were depressed: uh. every now and then?&lt;br /&gt;you were in the hospital: this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When/What Comes to Mind When You Hear . . .&lt;br /&gt;car: rich asses.&lt;br /&gt;murder: blood.&lt;br /&gt;cape: magic? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;penis: sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;cell: the thing that we are made up of?&lt;br /&gt;shoe: i need a new pair.&lt;br /&gt;fun: hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;crush: err. bulldozer? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;music: BAND, MY CLARINET.&lt;br /&gt;chalk: primary 1 days? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm that bored. (: And I'm tired after this lame thing. That's good news. I think I can finally fall asleep without tossing and turning later.. Thanks to Booz. (: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've only received 2 prezzies so far. Earrings from Vic and a peck on the cheek from my godbrother. LOL. (: And I ain't really expecting for more cos I don't usually celebrate by buying prezzies. Speaking of which, I haven't buy Vic her present! OMG! AHHHH! Lol. And speaking of Vic, she's in Malaysia now. SOBS. Sighs. I'll miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop crapping now. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOTS!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&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/15830645-113545536342874275?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113545536342874275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113545536342874275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113545536342874275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113545536342874275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/alright-im-feeling-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113545246536795588</id><published>2005-12-25T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T03:27:45.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is happy happy day!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ryuju kor at his house there.. Then we went to town.. Bloody hell, it was packed like hell!! So many many many people!! Haha.. Squeezed our way through.. Went to Cine's K-Pool to find Meiyuan.. I was like the only girl.. -.- With.. eh.. 7 guys.. IN WHITE. ALL IN WHITE. Craziness!! Lol. Heh. Had dinner then we walked all the way from Cine to Parklane.. And they played LAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, it should be against a law to make girls watch guys play LAN. It makes no sense at all!! Lol. I sat there like an idiot, watching them play.. And I almost fell asleep. Lol. Then Eugene called and I headed to town again to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Eugene, Kenrick, Jonathan and Sing Yee.. Then we went to Cine AGAIN. To find Farhan. Lol. Got sprayed by many many people.. And God, the spray stinks. Lol. Yup.. Reach there then they countdown and all.. And I got like sprayed by this bunch of stupid asses.. And I didn't have any spray to spray back at them.. ): Lol. I felt so bullied lah.. Haha.. Oh well, but it was fun.. And not to mention, SMELLY!!. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. Headed home about 12 plus, close to one.. Mum was nagging and nagging. Lol. Came home and drank one and a half bottles of Booz with my mum. =D Ice cream soda!! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. That's about it. Fun day! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Merry Christmas to all! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113545246536795588?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113545246536795588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113545246536795588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113545246536795588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113545246536795588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everybody-d-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113540764511396147</id><published>2005-12-24T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:00:45.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve!!!! *GRINS. Hahahaha.. I'm going out later.. Probably to countdown? If my mum allow, that is. Meeting Meiyuan and Ryuju kor later.. At 6! =D Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I played mahjong yesterday and I won!!!! =D $8 only lah.. But still win! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I'm feeling tired.. Cos I only had 6 hours of sleep. Manage to fall asleep only at 7 am. Sighs. I'm so gonna die when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Tatars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113540764511396147?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113540764511396147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113540764511396147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113540764511396147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113540764511396147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-christmas-eve-grins.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113526914285844185</id><published>2005-12-23T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:32:22.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring. Boring. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna play mahjong tomorrow. =D Dang, I wanna go out. I've been home too much. It's driving me nuts. =&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing but sleep. What's new. =&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113526914285844185?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113526914285844185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113526914285844185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113526914285844185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113526914285844185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113518112003515429</id><published>2005-12-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:05:20.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I slept all the way till 5 plus. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, read the newpaper about the face transplant person. I felt so mad that they actually put the dog down. I mean, come on, the dog was trying to save her! Stop her from committing suicide. It doesn't know that it'd hurt her. And they put it down. I feel so.. Argh. What justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Found so many many nice canto songs today.. By Alex Fong. Man, I'm in love with canto pop. SO IN LOVE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113518112003515429?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113518112003515429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113518112003515429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113518112003515429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113518112003515429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-i-slept-all-way-till-5-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113509171216328190</id><published>2005-12-20T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:15:12.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;i wish.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is HAPPY day!!!!!! =D Why? Because I WENT SHOPPING!!! =D Happy~ Shalalala~ =D Weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to TP polyclinic with my mum first, then we went to Bugis Village. Omg, that place change so much. Lol. Haven't been there in a loooong time.. But all the stuffs they sell are about the same.. Saw this freaking nice bikini that I like but it's so fucking expensive. =\ $45 and I don't even think it's branded. Sighs. Didn't find denim shorts that I liked. All so freaking short. =&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that me and my mum went to Parco Bugis Junction. Went to buy my school shoes.. The converse sneakers kind. Then because there was a $10 voucher so I bought a shirt. Lol. There aren't much nice things to buy in Converse. Then, we went to the edge and I saw Ian!!! Wahahaha.. Yup. Then went to..... M:industrie!!!!! I bought like 2 tops and a pair of shorts. Omfg, I totally love that shop!! Weeeeeeeee~ Spent like $55 on everything. Heh. (: [I have the cash cos my sister had her bonus and gave me $100! Hahaha..] Then we went to pink:industrie and I tried on this white pleated skirt. I think I look weird in it. But I kinda like it. I decided that I've bought enough for the day so I didn't buy that. But my mum was saying if she strike 4D she'll buy for me. Heh. Love her to bits. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. So happy today.. Bought so much things. =D Heh. That's about it. Lalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113509171216328190?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113509171216328190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113509171216328190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113509171216328190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113509171216328190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113501727636430531</id><published>2005-12-20T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T02:34:36.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you are not okay when the world seems to stop because you don't know how to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are not okay when you realised that all your smiles are just a pretense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are not okay when everyone aound you seems to be farther and farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are not okay when you start doing crazy things you never did to numb the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are not okay when there are so much you wanna say yet can't get the words out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are not okay when you start reminiscing every minute of your mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are not okay when half the time you feel like there's nothing to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are not okay when you feel so hurt but can do nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are not okay when most of the time you are masking the pain with "I'm fine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are not okay when you remind yourself time and again that everything's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are not okay when there's nothing anyone can do to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113501727636430531?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113501727636430531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113501727636430531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113501727636430531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113501727636430531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-know-you-are-not-okay-when-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113500907756423676</id><published>2005-12-20T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:17:57.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;those scars deep beneath this facade. I'm not okay.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. I just slept my ass off. Woke up at 1 plus, talked to Vic on the phone then I went back to sleep. Lol. Was feeling so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt much better after talking to her. I guess no matter what, I won't lean too much. Cos in the end, it sums up to nothing. Independence. (: So yeah, just take one step at a time. Ain't gonna give a shit about it anymore. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Gonna go shopping with mummy. (: Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Everyone's at the Student Council camp. And Vic is grounded. No one to go out with. Boo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about it. Boring day. Like I've said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113500907756423676?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113500907756423676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113500907756423676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113500907756423676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113500907756423676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/those-scars-deep-beneath-this-facade.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113491218372446197</id><published>2005-12-18T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:23:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;if only things can remain like that always..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love canto pop. So much. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was.. nice. (: Shan't go into the details. Dang, school's gonna start soon. I haven't done so much things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go Suntec Andersen's.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out with jas*hm.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out with Ryuju and Meiyuan again.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna meet up with my other primary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I haven't get my pay!! Aaaargh. =\ And I haven't get Vic's present too. Sighs. So many things to do, so little time. Ahhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Heh. That's all for now. Shall go listen to my Lian Ai Da Guo Tian. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113491218372446197?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113491218372446197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113491218372446197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113491218372446197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113491218372446197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-only-things-can-remain-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113483221212041612</id><published>2005-12-17T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:10:12.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;so near, yet so far.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. (: Had quite a fun time today.. Fun but.. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why scary? Because Vic has very scary parents. =\ I don't know. It's like.. scary. Haha.. Met her and Jacklyn at Bishan. Then we went to her uncle's condo and played pool! Haha.. Quite fun lah.. Then after that, we BBQ-ed! =D So fun. Heh. Then we went back to her uncle's house.. Played with her little sister, Abigail. So cute!! =D After that, we went back. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think her parents are scary. And I feel that they both don't like me. But I don't think they like anyone. Lol. Apparently her dad's angry with her. But don't know why. Maybe because of me and Jacklyn? Weird. I think we behaved well. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I pierced my ear again! =D So happy.. I like the girl who pierce for me.. So friendly.. =D Yeah. That's about all. Today is.. fun. And thrilling? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Yet another Sunday. Sighs. Sian lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113483221212041612?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113483221212041612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113483221212041612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113483221212041612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113483221212041612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113479783304587167</id><published>2005-12-17T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T13:37:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;it seems so familiar, yet it'd probably never be the same again.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, for the first time, I didn't blog yesterday. Cos my sister was using the com ever since I came home. Supposedly for her assignment due today but she spent half the time searching for videos on Qiao En and Ming Dao. T.T Haha.. But I had a great time laughing while watching the videos though.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to school for band meeting. But in the end, the meeting lasted a while, but I spent the whole time helping to paint Ms Ros' room. Haha.. But it was fun! =D Helped to change the fish tank's water in Mrs Gan's room also.. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a hard time sleeping this nights. Worse. Because my mother threw my bolster away!!! ): Sobs. It just ain't the same without my bolster. Sighs. Feel so sad. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I guess that's about it. Will blog more later if I can.. Cos I'm going to meet Vic at 1430!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113479783304587167?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113479783304587167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113479783304587167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113479783304587167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113479783304587167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-seems-so-familiar-yet-itd-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113466191744825387</id><published>2005-12-15T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:51:57.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm. I'm bored. I guess I have to sleep early later. Cos I gotta wake up early tomorrow. Sighs. Wonder if I'll be able to sleep. Boo. I hate insomia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I have not touched ANY of my holiday assignment. Neither did I practise for A. Maths. AND, I just remembered that I'll be taking O levels next year. I mean, not just remembered lah. It just occurred to me. OMG. O levels. The big Os. The one which my freaking sister scored a 9 for L1R5. Freak! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I'm doomed. DOOMED. I should just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. On the bright side, I have something to do tomorrow. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113466191744825387?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113466191744825387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113466191744825387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113466191744825387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113466191744825387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmmm_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113465615957433179</id><published>2005-12-15T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:15:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Bugis[V8] for dinner with my mummy. I ate steak. So sinful. Lol. But I like the steak there cos it doesn't come with coleslaw!! =D It comes with my favourite brocoli[?] and baby carrots. =D Yum. I didn't go shopping today. =\ Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go school tomorrow. Band meeting. Sighs. Vic can't go. I'm devastated. ): Her father's so mean. Aaargh. But it's okay, gonna meet her on Saturday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go shopping. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;Today is boring. Even though I did get outta my house. Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113465615957433179?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113465615957433179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113465615957433179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113465615957433179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113465615957433179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-went-to-bugisv8-for-dinner-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113456928665351294</id><published>2005-12-14T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:08:06.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I've been sitting in front of the com ever since I managed to dragged myself out of bed. Vic said she'll call, but she didn't. Sighs. I have to learn not to take "Call you back later" seriously. Cos most probably, later means the next few days, weeks, months, or forever. Although I've learn not to believe in that word. Dang. Okay, it's not about you, Vic. Don't feel guilty for not calling me cos I know that you will. Probably tomorrow or something. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. My sister went to PS to watch King Kong. Hahaha.. Maybe I'll watch tomorrow. (: I think there is no sense in this post. But come to think of it, none of my blog posts made sense. HAHA. So who cares. Lol. I'm just feeling BORED. Yes, bored. Nothing to do. And I'm still feeling hungry even after my mummy's yummy[that rhymes! =D] macaroni. I'm bored, people. BORED! What should I do when I'm bored? Sleep? NOOOOOOO! I think I sleep too much during this holidays already. Haha. Of cos too much lah. My mum keeps nagging "You better sleep early ah. School going to reopen already.. Every night sleep so late, then wake up so late. Day become night, night become day. [she said this in hokkien but I don't know how to spell so never mind.]" Sighs. It's the holidays!!!! Let me sleep late lah.. And it's not that I don't want to sleep early. I can't! Hahaha.. Okay, I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Another one of my retarded rants on my blog. It's endless. What to do, it's the freaking holidays and I have no life cos all I do is stay at home and sleep and wake up and blog and the cycle goes on and on and on. Tell me, should I change my layout?? Hahaha.. I know it doesn't link but, whatever. I'm bored. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall stop my endless rantings now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna eat my milkmaid with bread. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113456928665351294?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113456928665351294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113456928665351294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113456928665351294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113456928665351294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay-ive-been-sitting-in-front-of-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113455696380842748</id><published>2005-12-14T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:42:43.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout. This isn't the one that I first planned to change. But suddenly, I felt like using this kinda layout. No navigations kind. Something which I haven't used in years. Heh. Now no need to tell me do't know where to click already huh. =D Alright, back to photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2472.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/KIF_2472.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kor! So shy! Lol. At LJS eating.. Actually, only Meiyuan and me eating lah.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/KIF_2474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. My kor! =D kawaii hor. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/KIF_2475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ah beng Meiyuan. Act shy only.. Tsk. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/KIF_2477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah! This one damn funny! He look like ghost. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/KIF_2478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, kor and Val! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/KIF_2481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Meiyuan and Val. Can't stand that ah beng. Look so innocent in photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2482.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/KIF_2482.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and kor! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/KIF_2479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiyuan and Val.. I jealous lahhhh.. I never take with him alone.. Tsk. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/KIF_2483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor at SSC.. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2489.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/KIF_2489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/KIF_2472.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meiyuan. I think he poke then the balls fly! LOL. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's all already. We had so much fun. =D Hmmm. Maybe gonna change my layout again. Feel a bit "guai" leh. Maybe cos too long never use this kind. Lol.  So bored! I'm hungry. Mummy's cooking! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113455696380842748?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113455696380842748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113455696380842748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113455696380842748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113455696380842748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-layout_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113455467237427147</id><published>2005-12-14T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:04:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photos time! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Zoukout%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Zoukout%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that time I said the groomer braided Muffin's hair[fur]? So cute right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Zoukout%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/320/Zoukout%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2786/1479/1600/Zoukout%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My princess. And, uh, my leg. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113455467237427147?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113455467237427147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113455467237427147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113455467237427147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113455467237427147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/photos-time-d-remember-that-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113448663771454133</id><published>2005-12-13T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:10:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh. MSN is screwed up. Bahs. So irritating. Keep signing me in and out and in and out and in and out and refuse to let me talk to anyone. Yay. *@(*+^#($*$^&amp;*^($&amp;amp;@*^$+_&amp;amp;$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113448663771454133?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113448663771454133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113448663771454133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113448663771454133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113448663771454133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/ahhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113448503072191555</id><published>2005-12-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:43:50.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, crown me the official pig of the year. I think I slept for 12 hours. Yeah. 6 in the morn to 6 in the evening. But I woke up in between lah. Goodness, I never knew I could sleep this much. Holidays are such a good time to diet. Cos I only eat one meal a day! LOL. Anyway, received this fucking letter from school reminding us about the A. Maths test we're gonna have on the second week of school. The one which determines whether we are eligible to continue taking A. Maths next year. Which reminds me I have not touched any of my A. Maths stuff at all. Yay. If I fail the test, I would not bother dreaming of going into SAJC. Whatever. I should just stick to Mass Comm. in Ngee Ann huh. (: Hmmm.. I haven't bought my books. Haha.. Yeah, today's boring. Oh yah, bread with milkmaid is delicious! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113448503072191555?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113448503072191555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113448503072191555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113448503072191555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113448503072191555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay-crown-me-official-pig-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113437744878142903</id><published>2005-12-12T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:50:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm. I've been thinking.. Right now, I'm halfway through a book "Always and Forever" by Lurlene McDaniel. About a girl suffering from cancer. Then I thought. Damn, so many children out there are suffering. I should be contented with what I have. Yes. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of changing my blog skin again. Found one that I like but I think it's kinda popular in blogskins.com. So.. Still pondering if I should change.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's buying KFC back for me! Hahaha.. Don't know if it's lunch or dinner. Dunch?=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113437744878142903?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113437744878142903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113437744878142903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113437744878142903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113437744878142903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113437275454492343</id><published>2005-12-12T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:32:34.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aye.. I just woke up. Ahahaha.. I know.. I know.. I'm a pig. Lol. But I slept at six alright. Hahaha.. Hmmm. Read my previous post and realised I was.. uh.. vulgar? Lol. But oh well.. I really felt like that. But I'm feeling better now. (: So I'm a happy happy girl again. Hahaha.. Ultra serious mood swings eh. Lol. My kor went to chalet. ): Talked to Vic just now. Heh. Love her man. Cheered me up. And she's calling me again! =D Lester, she's mine lah.. Okay? =p Oh yeah. Wanted to go out with Lester today but I'm feeling a lil.. lazy. Ahahaha. Yup. Probably just rotting at home today. Maybe I should study. *Gasps! Hahahahahahaha.. Yes, I'm bonkers. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113437275454492343?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113437275454492343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113437275454492343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113437275454492343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113437275454492343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/aye.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113432665220512974</id><published>2005-12-12T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T02:44:12.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I realised that.. I'm fucking not okay. Not since yesterday, after I came home. Or maybe earlier, just that the outing with them cheered me up. I'm fucking feeling like shit. And since this is my blog, I should fucking vent all the shit on it. Although some people out there would probably gloat over this. If only you knew everything. But I guess you never will cos I won't say. Although things would perhaps be better if I did. Fuck, I feel so fucked up. Everything that has happened. All the shits. All the lies. All the crap. Fuck, I know I am dense. Fucking stupid. I fucking ruined something important to me just because of this. And fuck, I don't want all this to happen. I fucking don't. Who in the right mind would want it to. Since people assumed that I'm the villain. I don't wish to explain myself cos no amount of explanation would clear this shit. And I don't deny that I'm in the fucking wrong. But fuck, don't push everything to me. All these nights, fuck, all I have to do is think and my tear glands would start running like a fucking water tap. Fuck. It ain't worth it I know. Yes, I fucking brought it upon myself. So go ahead and laugh. You deserve a lil laughter. And I don't blame those you for hating me.  I deserve it. Yes, I fucking do. But I seriously fucking don't want all this to happen. It just fucking did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be fine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; I know I will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113432665220512974?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113432665220512974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113432665220512974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113432665220512974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113432665220512974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay-i-realised-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113432125613339550</id><published>2005-12-12T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T01:14:16.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I did pack my room. Fucking dusty. Eeew. I realised I have a lot of ugly looking bags. Didn't want 20 of them. Lol. Don't know what to do with them. Haha.. Yup. Nothing much today.. Hope I'm going out tomorrow. Anyone? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113432125613339550?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113432125613339550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113432125613339550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113432125613339550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113432125613339550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-i-did-pack-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113428775290780470</id><published>2005-12-11T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T15:55:52.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh. My mum woke me up at 3. =\ So tired. Sighs. Today is Sunday. Sundays are boring. Lol. Probably gonna be a good girl and clear my room. Yup. This is boring. I realised I have nothing to look forward to anymore.. Since I went out with them already.. ): Sighs. Saddening. Must ask them out again. (: Hmmmm. Why do I feel like doing something about this even though I know that I don't need to/shouldn't? Ahhhh. Whatever. I'm talking crap. Lalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113428775290780470?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113428775290780470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113428775290780470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113428775290780470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113428775290780470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113424669932440026</id><published>2005-12-11T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T04:31:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Gonna sleep soon, or try to sleep. Lol. Have you ever felt so happy one moment, and the next you feel so.. helpless? Yeah, I'm feeling like that now. Talk about serious mood swings. Haha. Off to bed.. Toodles~ I still love today. Or is it yesterday? Hmmmm. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113424669932440026?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113424669932440026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113424669932440026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113424669932440026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113424669932440026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmm_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113423340132002177</id><published>2005-12-11T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T02:46:30.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my God. Today is the fucking happiest day of my life! I had so much fun!!!! AHHHH~ =D Shalalalalalalaa~ This is gonna be a looooong post. =D Met Val at her block then met Ryuju kor at the mrt station. Then Meiyuan said he reaching Orchard already. Lol. Hmmmm.. Met that idiot then went to Taka. Hahahah.. That Meiyuan ah.. Stupid ah beng. Lol. Wear so casual to town. Ahahaha.. Hmmm.. Then we went to Far East.. Ate at LJS. Meiyuan so zi lian!!!! Lol. He's the most zi lian guy I've ever known in my life. Always taking photos of himself wherever he goes. He kept cam-whoring with his phone! And yes, he is male!!!!! Haha.. Hmmm.. Walked around.. Then.. WE WENT TO TAKE NEOPRINTS! OMG! Hahaha.. So fun lah.. Haven't done that in like the longest time.. Then some more take with them! Ahhhh! Laughed so much.. All the neoprints look so hilarious! Haha.. Then I bought a freshbox top cos they wanted to play pool and.. uh, I wasn't dressed appropriately for pool. Yup.. After that.. Met Vic and Lester. Hmmm.. Wanted to pierce my ear again but.. uh.. didn't. Took bus to SSC and watched kor and Meiyuan play snooker while waiting for table.. Fucking hilarious lor.. Maiyuan keep making the balls fly outta the table.. Hahahahaha.. Then.. Got a table already so yeah watched them play pool. Bloody hell, they so pro.. I didn't wanna play after watching them! And so, I bought the top for nothing. But it's nice.. =D Lol. Hmmm.. Vic and Les went to PS.. Then Val left. Then.. Chuxuan and Shunming came. Then, kor played with Chuxuan and Meiyuan played with Shunming. Yup. Stupid kor keep biting me. Lol. After that went to PS.. Played arcade then makan.. Wanted to watch movie but no nice show.. Then Meiyuan, kor and me sat at the foodcourt and started talking bout our primary school days.. Hahaha.. So fun lah.. So many crappy things we did. Talk talk talk.. Then.. About 11 plus, we left.. Cos the foodcourt closing already. Kor and me forcefully accompanied Meiyuan to the bus stop [he kept threatening us. Lol. That ass.] Then.. We took a bus back. Then kor send me home! =D Love him to bits. (: Hmmm. Ahhh. Love today so much. I love them so much. (: Yes, we're gonna go out some other day. =D Loves. Loves. Loves. Happy~ Shalalalala~ It's so nice to be happy~ Thought about things.. And yeah, I love my life so much now. Nothing can bring me down. I don't give a fuck about anything anymore. Ahhhh! I love them to bits! Totally made my day! =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113423340132002177?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113423340132002177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113423340132002177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113423340132002177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113423340132002177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113418985922337579</id><published>2005-12-10T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T12:44:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!!!! I'm going out in like 10 mins time!! =D Hahahaha.. Anyway, just now's so hilarious.. Apparently I had to wake 3 people up.. Hahha.. I called Ryuju and yay! He was awake. Then I called Lester.. Ahahaha.. That pig. I think he's sister told me that he's still sleeping.. Tsk. Wait he wake up late then cannot meet Vic ah.. Then.. I called Mei Yuan. And he was awake too! Man.. So long never hear Ryuju and Meiyuan's voice on the phone already.. Hahaha.. Hmmm. Yesterday I played mahjong with my sister and two of her friends and I won $4!!! Hahaha.. Not a lot. But still very happy.. Ahahahaha.. Yup. Hmmm. Think I gotta go already.. (: Happy~ Shalalala~ Hahahaha.. I know I'm mad. =D Lalalalalalalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113418985922337579?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113418985922337579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113418985922337579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113418985922337579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113418985922337579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-im-going-out-in-like-10-mins-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113412170157596335</id><published>2005-12-09T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:48:21.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Band, band, band. LOVES. Heh. Though tiring but yeah. (: Ahhh. Lester came. =D Hahahaha. Then. After band, I felt so God-damn defiant. And so..... I went to pierce my ear with Lester. And that sweetie paid for me! Heh.  Yeah, first time I call him sweetie kaes. Lol. Then. Went to TP with Valerie. Miss that babe so much. Oh, Hammie got injured cos of pakour. =\ Is it spelt like that? Hmmm. Poor boy. Hope he gets well soon. Yeah.. Feeling kinda fucked up now. Isn't it weird how people always judge hearing just one side of the story? Well, I guess.. It's human nature ain't it? Always to judge people without knowing the full story. Yeah. I'm like that too.. So I guess I can't blame anyone. Sighs. But there are always two sides to that. I guess I've to stop judging now. Sighs. It fucking hurts. Oh whatever. Tomorrow's Saturday! Yay! Lalalalalalalala~ And yes, Val, I'll leave Mei Yuan alone. =p Ryuju's mine then, huh? Fair okay! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I can so fucking live without you. Even if I can't I'll die trying. Fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;FLING.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113412170157596335?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113412170157596335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113412170157596335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113412170157596335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113412170157596335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/band-band-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113403078471361470</id><published>2005-12-08T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T16:33:04.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from band. I love KCB. So much. Though I always complain about going for practices. But yeah, band's a big part of me. I love my clarinet so much. And those pieces that we play. Takes my mind off everything. God, I do love band. (: Blue Ridge Saga, Bridgewater Breeze, Copacabana. Loves. Heh. Okay, okay, I know I sound insane but hey, let me show my love for band once in a while. (: And yes, I realised that Mr Sim can relate band to EVERYTHING. From constipations to weddings. Hahaha.. He's so nice lah. Brought out the spirit in every member. Ahhh. Heh. I'm so tired now, I think I'll sleep through dinner if my mum doesn't wake me. Didn't sleep a wink last night. Though I tried. Haha.. Tossed and turned till my alarm clock rang. =\ Sighs. I feel much better though. Assured. Ahhh. Saturday is coming! Loves loves loves. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113403078471361470?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113403078471361470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113403078471361470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113403078471361470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113403078471361470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-from-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113397527106606426</id><published>2005-12-08T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T01:07:53.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. I guess it's time to tell you all who's number 1 to 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Valerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. Lester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Maliwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Ziya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8. Keck Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Yi Liang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup! (: Sighs. Gotta try to sleep early tonight. Band's on tomorrow. Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113397527106606426?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113397527106606426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113397527106606426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113397527106606426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113397527106606426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmm_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113397377615837361</id><published>2005-12-08T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:42:56.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahahahahaha.. I'm going out with Ryuju kor, Mei Yuan and Val on Saturday! Yay!!!! So freaking happy. Best thing that has happened to me this few days. Wahahahah! =D Hmmm.. Anyway, found another video related to Wang Zi Bian Qing Wa.. It's an extra episode they flimed in Taiwan but not shown here.. When Dang Ou lost his memory and wanted to propose to Tian Yu.. So sweet. Sighs. So here..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=8IcUPKDHAAI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/?v=8IcUPKDHAAI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113397377615837361?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113397377615837361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113397377615837361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113397377615837361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113397377615837361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/wahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113394575291915889</id><published>2005-12-07T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:57:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All that I've ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It seems like the impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So many unanswered questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The future looks bleak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is there even one to speak of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For all the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;salang hae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113394575291915889?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113394575291915889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113394575291915889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113394575291915889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113394575291915889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-that-ive-ever-wanted-it-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113388746008826982</id><published>2005-12-07T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:05:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn.. I slept my day away. Sighs. Woke up when my mum came back from work.. Then had dinner.. Yeah. Can't remember what I did.. Just merely stoning and stuffs. Sighs. Oh yah, here's an MTV all fans of Wang Zi Bian Qing Wa should watch.. It's like a second ending to the show or something.. Very nice.. But very sad.. Sighs.  Here you go.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=6YxFJpu1kro"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/?v=6YxFJpu1kro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yah. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113388746008826982?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113388746008826982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113388746008826982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113388746008826982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113388746008826982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113380834054302540</id><published>2005-12-06T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T02:51:49.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Since I'm so bored now, I'll do the same as Mel! (:&lt;br /&gt;Pick 10 people from your friends list, say something anonymous to them. Don't say who it is, and don't reveal them unless they guess. [randomly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. You are my partner-in-crime for screwing up chem experiments. (: I've also turned down your offer of going to sentosa twice.. =x I felt so bad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. You are the one whom I've known since practically forever. We always think back and realise how stupid we were in primary school days. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. You are the one whom I'm the closest to nowadays. We can talk on the phone for ages [as long as your mum doesn't stop us] and you know my innermost feelings. (: What's band without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. You are my bestest male friend. I want booz! Heh. Never fail to cheer me up when I'm feeling down or paranoid. Let's never give up, shall we? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. You are the one who loves my house there the chicken rice! We worked together during the holidays and yeah, we both hate that other guy who worked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with us! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. You are my only female pool khaki. But alas, now that you're attached, pool outings are vanishing [though we just had one just now! ]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. You are the lamest among all my friends. Never fail to crack me up with you lameness, though you are a year younger, and yeah, we shall go out soon! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8. You are an avid reader of my blog [and I think you are the only one. Lol.] and are always tagging my board.. (: And.. We both suck at tic-tac-toe.. Though you always win! Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. You are my recent late-night chat buddy cum pool khaki. Remember budget pool!! =D No lights, 1 cue, half a chalk! =D Hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. You are another one of my pool khakis.. But I doubt you ever read my blog because your com is down.. Had lots of fun hanging out with you after school during EOY. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Done! Haha.. Thought for a moment about who I should write for number 10.. Heh. Sighs. I should try to get some sleep, should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113380834054302540?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113380834054302540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113380834054302540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113380834054302540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113380834054302540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113380102181506182</id><published>2005-12-06T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:43:42.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighs. What shall I do later? Hmmmm. This is getting boring. Oh yah, my stupid sister stole my shorts and said that she's gonna wear it to Zoukout. T.T Idiot. Hahaha.. That pig is sleeping now. Sighs. I'm so bored I can't believe I'm talking bout my sister. My mum just came to tell me not to sleep so late. Haha. Think I really wanna sleep late? So much things on my mind. How to sleep. Also, have been sleeping late for the past few nights, waking up late. Wanna sleep also can't. Sighs. BAD case of insomia. And damn, I think I'm immune to panadol. Cos those headaches won't go away. No matter how much I take. Maybe, like my sister said before, I have a tumour in my brain and I'm gonna die soon. I wish man. Hahhahaha. Okay, shall stop crapping now and start again later. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113380102181506182?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113380102181506182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113380102181506182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113380102181506182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113380102181506182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113379545898250198</id><published>2005-12-05T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:11:02.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Since November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salang hae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm worried for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aitai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I wanna go out tomorrow too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113379545898250198?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113379545898250198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113379545898250198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113379545898250198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113379545898250198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/since-november-salang-hae.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113379475694286545</id><published>2005-12-05T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:59:17.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back!!! I WENT OUT TODAY!!!! Yippie!! (: Slept at 6 in the morn.. Then woke up at 1 plus.. Was having a fucking headache though. Then I thought I had to stay at home cos no one asked me out.. ): So... I slept again! LOL. And Eugene called me and asked me to play pool so I did. Yay! Hmmm.. Played a game only though.. I lost. =\ Boos. Lol.. Had lotsa laughs though. So hilarious. Den.. Went to BK to eat and went to the arcade. Hahahaha.. Had so much fun.. Played that dumb drum game. Heh. Yup.. Then came home.. (: I went out today!!!! =D Hehehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113379475694286545?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113379475694286545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113379475694286545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113379475694286545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113379475694286545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-i-went-out-today-yippie-slept-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113372040233988643</id><published>2005-12-05T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T02:20:02.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Left me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Left me hanging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So afraid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're gonna tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This has to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Having headache now.. Sian. So fucking bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113372040233988643?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113372040233988643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113372040233988643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113372040233988643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113372040233988643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/left-me-here-left-me-hanging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113371749286458238</id><published>2005-12-05T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T01:34:03.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout. After like a whole night of searching.. I quite like this. (: And I added the Full House song. Omg. So in love with it.. Must watch the show.. Then you'll find the lyrics so God-damn meaningful. Sighs. Gonna be another boring night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113371749286458238?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113371749286458238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113371749286458238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113371749286458238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113371749286458238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113370375622958620</id><published>2005-12-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:42:36.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ewww. My mum made me drink some disgusting herbal tea. =\ She say my grandma says it's good for asthma. T.T So she made both me and my sis drink. Hahahaha. My sis say it's a cross between essence of chicken and tea. God, it sucks. Bleahhs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113370375622958620?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113370375622958620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113370375622958620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113370375622958620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113370375622958620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/ewww.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113370221468491409</id><published>2005-12-04T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:16:55.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, I fell asleep at like 7 yesterday. Anyway, at 2 plus my mum told me my sister asked if I wanna play mahjong with her and her friends. Was feeling damn lazy but still, better than rotting. So I dragged myself out of bed and bathe and all.. Then played mahjong. I lost. -.- Like $7.. My sister won. Bahs. So irritating. Lol. Hahaha.. Then.. I fell asleep again. Yeah, I'm such a pig. But what is there to do in the boring home of mine? NOTHING. Aaaargh. Woke up, ate dinner and here I am. Sighs. I better not be home tomorrow. If no one can go out with me, I'll just go to my house downstairs and play at the playground or something. T.T AAAAARGH. Kill me please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113370221468491409?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113370221468491409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113370221468491409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113370221468491409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113370221468491409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/damn-i-fell-asleep-at-like-7-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113365057960992691</id><published>2005-12-04T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T06:56:19.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm still awake. And I'm still... waiting. &lt;em&gt;Aitai.&lt;/em&gt; Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113365057960992691?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113365057960992691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113365057960992691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113365057960992691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113365057960992691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-im-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113363758604636574</id><published>2005-12-04T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T03:19:46.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Afraid of what you've to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't ever go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home and still awake. KILL ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113363758604636574?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113363758604636574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113363758604636574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113363758604636574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113363758604636574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-need-you-so-badly-im-afraid-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113361778307169621</id><published>2005-12-03T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:49:43.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my dinner. Where? AT HOME. Fine, I've resigned to fate. I'll stay at home and rot my ass off or something. But I really wanna go out!!!! Although I'm totally not in the mood now. Contradictions. Tomorrow. I will go out. Hopefully. Sighs. I need a call. Soon. I'm breaking apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113361778307169621?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113361778307169621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113361778307169621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113361778307169621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113361778307169621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-had-my-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113359540734802582</id><published>2005-12-03T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T15:36:47.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The tears fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fallen so deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can never ever let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I AM AT HOME. WTF?!?!?!?!?! Cos I just woke up. T.T I. Wanna. Go. OUT!!!!!! Bahs. I better be out for dinner later. Aaaaaaaaaaargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113359540734802582?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113359540734802582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113359540734802582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113359540734802582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113359540734802582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/tears-fell-fallen-so-deeply-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113355332067277337</id><published>2005-12-03T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T03:55:20.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting endlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's no longer something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I force myself to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It has become.. a habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That I wouldn't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here I am again as my sister is [very loudly indeed] snoring her ass off. Damn, is she trying to make me jealous cos she can so fucking sleep well when I have to resort to blogging nonsense cos I, very sadly, suffer from insomia? -.- Okay, I know it's not her fault that she snores. Man, I'm bored. I even played neopets! Yes, that darned website. Hahahaha.. Brings back fond primary school memories though. Hmmmm.. Primary school. I miss those days.. Those dumb and stupid things I did. Lol. Oh well. Life's so much tougher nowadays. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113355332067277337?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113355332067277337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113355332067277337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113355332067277337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113355332067277337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/waiting-endlessly-its-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113354773635069853</id><published>2005-12-03T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T02:22:16.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally finished watching Full House. Damn, now I have nothing to do when I can't sleep anymore.. ): Rain's so cute! OMG. And Song Hui Qiao so pretty. Heh. I love all the soundtracks man. The lyrics.. So meaningful. People, go watch Full House kaes! Hahaha.. Boos. I have nothing to do.. Nothing to do! Shall stay online till I feel like sleeping. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113354773635069853?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113354773635069853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113354773635069853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113354773635069853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113354773635069853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-finally-finished-watching-full-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113351839769261158</id><published>2005-12-02T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:13:17.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taken in by your sweetest words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You've got me in a whirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Slept at 0700 in the morn.. Watched Full House. So nice.. Rain's hot. Lol. Woke up at 1530 and accompanied my mum to Ang Mo Kio Polyclinic. Was so freaking tired lah.. Haha.. Hmmm.. I wanna go out tmr. I don't care. I'll kill myself if I have to stay at home. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113351839769261158?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113351839769261158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113351839769261158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113351839769261158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113351839769261158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/taken-in-by-your-sweetest-words-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113343270868797483</id><published>2005-12-01T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:28:05.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Have been reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;All the craps we did.&lt;br /&gt;All the happy happy times.&lt;br /&gt;Many many things I've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Too late to turn back now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;No amount of sorries can change anything.&lt;br /&gt;It's my biggest regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could turn back time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113343270868797483?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113343270868797483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113343270868797483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113343270868797483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113343270868797483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-been-reminiscing.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113342903496800800</id><published>2005-12-01T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:23:55.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;By such simple actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You've hurt me so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting endlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my lovable granny. I so wanna go SGH to see her. But it's like stupid lah. Neither kin nor kith. Anyway, Muffin's angry with me. Cos I was the one who pushed her into the cage the groomer brought just now. Ahh. Bloody attitude bitch. Heh. They braided her fur. So cute lor. Lol.. Ahhh.. Love her so much. But even her can't take my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hai niao gen yu xiang ai, zhi shi yi chang yi wai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113342903496800800?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113342903496800800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113342903496800800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113342903496800800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113342903496800800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/by-such-simple-actions-youve-hurt-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113342680356559920</id><published>2005-12-01T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:46:43.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I don't know wtf is wrong with me. All the sleepless nights. It's driving me nuts. Watched Full House till 0530. Then I couldn't get to sleep. Again. By the time I fell asleep, it was 0800. Then at 0930, the bloody groomer called. So I woke up. Then I went back to sleep. And like, just wake up? WTF. My God, I need a break. Everything that's on my mind. Bloody hell, someone just fucking kill me can. I don't wanna wait anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113342680356559920?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113342680356559920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113342680356559920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113342680356559920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113342680356559920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-i-dont-know-wtf-is-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113337078454754775</id><published>2005-12-01T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T01:13:05.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those unsent letters written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those heartfelt words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those unknown feelings kept hidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those sweet memories you've given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's breaking my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's tearing my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How do I carry on from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113337078454754775?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113337078454754775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113337078454754775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113337078454754775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113337078454754775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/12/those-unsent-letters-written-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113335820178589818</id><published>2005-11-30T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:43:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back. My house's full of people now. Lol.. My aunties and cousins all here. Man, I miss that lovable granny.. She held my hand just now.. Ahhh.. She's so cute lor.. Hope she'll get well soon.. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113335820178589818?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113335820178589818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113335820178589818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113335820178589818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113335820178589818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113334337145686004</id><published>2005-11-30T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:36:12.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Caught in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just tell me what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos it's tearing me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! My mum can be discharged! Off to pick her now. Lalalalalalalalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113334337145686004?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113334337145686004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113334337145686004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113334337145686004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113334337145686004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/caught-in-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113334083510118313</id><published>2005-11-30T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:53:55.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm. Damn it.. My life is like upside down. Lol. I sleep in the day and wake up in the evening. I slept at like 7 this morning.. And just woke up. What's wrong with me?? I don't know. Rharr. Hmmm.. Going to SGH as usual. Bored. Bored. Bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113334083510118313?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113334083510118313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113334083510118313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113334083510118313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113334083510118313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmmm_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113327770014590518</id><published>2005-11-29T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:21:40.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can I get through this night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I'm gonna watch full house now. Damn it, it's only 2320.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113327770014590518?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113327770014590518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113327770014590518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113327770014590518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113327770014590518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-can-i-get-through-this-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113327551315219312</id><published>2005-11-29T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:45:13.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I missed it!!!!! And I'm feeling fucking pissed now. =\ Rharr. Anyway, there's this exceptionally cute granny whose bed is beside my mum. She's so cute can.. A lovable granny! Hehe.. A bit senile already.. But she talk very cute.. Make everyone laugh.. Hahahahaha.. So cute leh.. Hmmm.. Hope she gets well soon.. Walked home in the fucking heavy rain just now. Ahhh. I wish I could drown in it. Still feeling pissed. Aaargh. Dumb, stupid me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113327551315219312?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113327551315219312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113327551315219312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113327551315219312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113327551315219312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-missed-it-and-im-feeling-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113320713148787035</id><published>2005-11-29T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T03:48:31.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'll die with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet as it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It'll never be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Living in a world of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's hard to tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's the truth anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yet I chose to trust the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos I don't wanna believe the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is just a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's gonna end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me die alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113320713148787035?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113320713148787035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113320713148787035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113320713148787035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113320713148787035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/ill-die-with-you-sweet-as-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113320679681027085</id><published>2005-11-29T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T03:39:56.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I think I have a bad case of insomia. I lie on my bed, toss and turn, listen to all the songs I have in my phone, play bubble puzzle, play tennis and STILL can't get to sleep. Rharr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113320679681027085?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113320679681027085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113320679681027085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113320679681027085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113320679681027085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/man-i-think-i-have-bad-case-of-insomia.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113318177624250048</id><published>2005-11-28T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:44:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back. Hmmm. Oh ya, I saw another cute vending machine today.. Lol. It sells instant noodles!! LOL. So funny lor.. What's with all the vending machine nowadays. Haha.. But I still like my toasted sandwich machine. (: Aiyah. Boring lah. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113318177624250048?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113318177624250048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113318177624250048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113318177624250048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113318177624250048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/back_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113316160147157706</id><published>2005-11-28T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:06:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Living in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos I refuse to be awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, I'm still living in this fairytale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Silly me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. As usual, SGH, here I come.  Ahh. Talked to Vic already.. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113316160147157706?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113316160147157706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113316160147157706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113316160147157706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113316160147157706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/living-in-denial.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113311386212000631</id><published>2005-11-28T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:51:02.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vic: Hey girl, I'm worried bout you.. Well, you're online now but I'm not sure if its the real you and I ain't gonna risk it. Anytime you see this, gimme a call alright. Heard a lil from Jo today.. I don't know what happened. Read your blog and it got me more worried. Take care of yourself alright. Gimme a call!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113311386212000631?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113311386212000631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113311386212000631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113311386212000631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113311386212000631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/vic-hey-girl-im-worried-bout-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113310411296161647</id><published>2005-11-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:08:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I find myself waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And in return, gain nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But hurt and despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;False hopes raised high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And came crashing down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You've just taken my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, just leave me here alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A souless person, good as dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A dementor's kiss I've just received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me die now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113310411296161647?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113310411296161647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113310411296161647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113310411296161647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113310411296161647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-find-myself-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113310197652366133</id><published>2005-11-27T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:54:48.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from SGH. Ate tomyam at the foodcourt there for dinner just now.. Bloody hell, it's freaking hot!!!!!!!!!! Hahahaha.. Was like tearing.. Lol. Hmmm.. Another day passed. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;You've hurt me through and through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113310197652366133?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113310197652366133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113310197652366133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113310197652366133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113310197652366133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-from-sgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113307254891071239</id><published>2005-11-27T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:22:28.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song make me wanna cry.. ): So nice right.. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113307254891071239?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113307254891071239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113307254891071239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113307254891071239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113307254891071239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-song-make-me-wanna-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113307143271977306</id><published>2005-11-27T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:03:52.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You melted the frozen heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And pushed the knife right through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The endless pain growing numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest pains are rather.. irritating!!! I can't breathe without getting that bloody sharp pain. Rharr. Lend me a car can???? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113307143271977306?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113307143271977306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113307143271977306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113307143271977306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113307143271977306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-melted-frozen-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113307068413443408</id><published>2005-11-27T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T13:51:24.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa. Within a day, my life is like... Whoa. OMG. Oh whatever. Watched Sky High yesterday.. Nice show.. Haha.. But quite lame lah.. I think Warren Peace is so hot!!! Hahahahaha.. Then.. I didn't feel like sleeping so I played the 93.3 Ying Yue Ri Ji.. The first story was the one about the leaf, tree and wind.. Though it's like commonly heard, I still find it damn touching can.. Haha.. Yeah.. Right now, I'm forcing myself to eat chicken rice.. I ain't hungry. Eeargh. My heart aches. Literally. Ouch. What does it mean ah.. That I'm going to die soon? Haa.. I'll probably die of an heart attack soon.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113307068413443408?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113307068413443408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113307068413443408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113307068413443408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113307068413443408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113301850522778785</id><published>2005-11-26T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:21:45.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ya, my sis is gonna play that inverse bungee jump thing for only $18(usual price:$35)!!!!!!!! I'm sooooo jealous. Hmph. I need some adrenaline rush. RHARR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113301850522778785?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113301850522778785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113301850522778785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113301850522778785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113301850522778785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-ya-my-sis-is-gonna-play-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113301438093955721</id><published>2005-11-26T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:13:00.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back. From that wretched hospital. Bleahs. Spent my whole day there. Hmmm.. SGH service was much much better than TTSH. Hahahhaha.. Kinda influenced by my sis.. Talking bout hospitals and all.. Aiyah.. Her IMH the best lah.. =P Wakakakaakka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am afraid..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Left me hanging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113301438093955721?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113301438093955721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113301438093955721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113301438093955721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113301438093955721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/back.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113298951613735590</id><published>2005-11-26T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:18:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like I'll be heading to SGH later. I fucking hate hospitals! Well, who likes them? Aargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Don't raise my hopes up high, just to leave me crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113298951613735590?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113298951613735590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113298951613735590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113298951613735590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113298951613735590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/looks-like-ill-be-heading-to-sgh-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113294041099519526</id><published>2005-11-26T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T01:40:11.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, my relatives are like on the way to Penang now. Sighs. I would have been there.. But my mum's sick. A break would be good. I wanna get outta Singapore! Boring holidays. I need a break! Rharr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Don't lead me on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113294041099519526?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113294041099519526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113294041099519526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113294041099519526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113294041099519526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/damn-my-relatives-are-like-on-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113292983761940157</id><published>2005-11-25T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:43:57.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm. Holidays are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm having my doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113292983761940157?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113292983761940157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113292983761940157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113292983761940157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113292983761940157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113290868187489222</id><published>2005-11-25T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:51:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to TTSH yesterday night. Stayed there until 2+ am. Bloody hell, their service was SLOW. God, me and my sis and mum almost died waiting. Haha.. We got so bored we started playing some chinese word game.. And for once, I actually love my sis. Heh. (: Anyway, there was this sandwich vending machine.. It was so cool! Hahahaha.. I've never seen it before.. Man, by the time we reach home it was already 3 plus. Yup. I'm so in love with hei se mao yi. (: Anyway, when are we gonna have a jas*thm outing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113290868187489222?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113290868187489222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113290868187489222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113290868187489222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113290868187489222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-went-to-ttsh-yesterday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113283358180722244</id><published>2005-11-24T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:59:41.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not trying to be the good girl or whatsoever. I'm just quite plainly, sick and tired, of all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113283358180722244?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113283358180722244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113283358180722244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113283358180722244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113283358180722244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-not-trying-to-be-good-girl-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113283270141123265</id><published>2005-11-24T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:45:01.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I don't know what I'm blogging for again. Boredom. Just thinking bout all the things happening lately. Whoa, I don't know how it all started. I think I need a Pensieve. Cos there're just so much things on my mind. Blahs. I wish everything would end. Everything. This is one bitching that I do not like. I'm getting tired of it. Never-ending comments for each other. Someone would have to stop and that would be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me whatever you want - I'm fine with it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113283270141123265?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113283270141123265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113283270141123265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113283270141123265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113283270141123265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/man-i-dont-know-what-im-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113282286438589386</id><published>2005-11-24T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:01:04.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, I feel like laughing my ass off. Whatever, this whole thing tickles me much more than it angers me. Haha. Haha. Haha. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;J-O-K-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113282286438589386?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113282286438589386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113282286438589386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113282286438589386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113282286438589386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/god-i-feel-like-laughing-my-ass-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113282235355773436</id><published>2005-11-24T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:52:33.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighs. Boring day. Have been looking after my mum. Kinda worried. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've gotta wake up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113282235355773436?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113282235355773436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113282235355773436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113282235355773436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113282235355773436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/sighs_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113276291316502895</id><published>2005-11-24T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:21:53.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As dusk approaches.&lt;br /&gt;The growing weakness in faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let the tears fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;It ain't your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113276291316502895?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113276291316502895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113276291316502895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113276291316502895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113276291316502895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-dusk-approaches.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113275698164262185</id><published>2005-11-23T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:25:09.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally. I played pool. (: Went to find Ziya today.. Saw my colleagues. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Let me know, I'll let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113275698164262185?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113275698164262185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113275698164262185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113275698164262185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113275698164262185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113268345704343622</id><published>2005-11-23T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T02:17:37.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE MY LIFE NOW. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;Aargh. I can't fucking stand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113268345704343622?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113268345704343622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113268345704343622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113268345704343622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113268345704343622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-my-life-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113268242310298598</id><published>2005-11-23T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T02:00:23.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I feel an uncontrollable surge of anger. *ROLLS EYES* All the initial feelings vanished. Look who's talking. Fuck. Off. And. Leave. Me. Alone. How bout that? I'm feeling fucking fucked up. I have so much to say but whatever that's in my mind's gonna put me into a whole load of trouble so I would rather shut up. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck you back. Pathetic? Look who's the one. Acting emo and all. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113268242310298598?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113268242310298598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113268242310298598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113268242310298598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113268242310298598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-i-feel-uncontrollable-surge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113264676499381054</id><published>2005-11-22T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:54:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anybody willing to lend me a car?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just need it for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'll get into the car.&lt;br /&gt;Then take loads of sleeping pills or flu medicine which will make people drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;Lock all the doors.&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the air-con.&lt;br /&gt;Fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't haunt the car owner after that.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Who's gamed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113264676499381054?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113264676499381054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113264676499381054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113264676499381054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113264676499381054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/anybody-willing-to-lend-me-car-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113264355791398971</id><published>2005-11-22T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:12:37.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The haunts of the past.&lt;br /&gt;The happy, sad memories.&lt;br /&gt;It's dragging me down.&lt;br /&gt;It's crushing my life.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113264355791398971?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113264355791398971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113264355791398971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113264355791398971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113264355791398971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/haunts-of-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113264220886123580</id><published>2005-11-22T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T14:57:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Catched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire yesterday. I think the show's kinda disappointing. Rharr. Anyway, went with an exceptionally large group of people. Haha.. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Let's just.. stop this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113264220886123580?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113264220886123580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113264220886123580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113264220886123580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113264220886123580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/catched-harry-potter-and-goblet-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113255515489057796</id><published>2005-11-21T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:39:14.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Eugene! (: Went for band today.. Mr Sim's sick. =\ But he still came.. So nice of him. Hmmmm. Damn it, I wanna pierce my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sighs. It's not getting better, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113255515489057796?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113255515489057796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113255515489057796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113255515489057796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113255515489057796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-eugene-went-for-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113248885933124505</id><published>2005-11-20T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:14:19.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighs. One moment I feel like giving up on everything. The next, I don't. God, tell me what to do. Tell me what to do to get out of this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Boy, tell me what to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113248885933124505?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113248885933124505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113248885933124505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113248885933124505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113248885933124505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/sighs_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113242299825213100</id><published>2005-11-20T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:56:38.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Went to Bedok just now. My grandaunt's house. Boring day. Boring. Bored to tears. Sighs. Fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss you. But then again, I shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113242299825213100?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113242299825213100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113242299825213100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113242299825213100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113242299825213100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113239327022028917</id><published>2005-11-19T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T17:42:36.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can it ever be a happy ending? I ruined one. No amount of explanation. Nothing.. can ever make it right. I have sinned badly. I really wish I can not care. But I can't. Silly of me I know. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113239327022028917?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113239327022028917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113239327022028917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113239327022028917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113239327022028917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-can-it-ever-be-happy-ending-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113238186219828427</id><published>2005-11-19T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:49:33.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from camp. Slept for like a few minutes only.. But slept 16 hours ever since I came home.. Haha.. I know I'm a pig. Mr Sim's game made me realise how strong the bond in band is. I'm proud to be in KCB. (: Hmmmm. I'm bored. Hope I'll be out later. Damn, everyone's not in Singapore. :( Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;The wildest night. I wanna get high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113238186219828427?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113238186219828427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113238186219828427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113238186219828427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113238186219828427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><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-15830645.post-113216164912134694</id><published>2005-11-17T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:20:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going for band camp tomorrow. Yup. Kinda looking forward to it. Hope the practices wouldn't be boring. Cya all till Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Rascal.. Assure me nothing's wrong. I'm getting paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15830645-113216164912134694?l=piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/113216164912134694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15830645&amp;postID=113216164912134694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113216164912134694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15830645/posts/default/113216164912134694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofthebrokenheart-.blogspot.com/2005/11/going-for-band-camp-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
