<?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-8074796189681173309</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:38:36.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy's little haven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-5651476980155936357?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5651476980155936357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=5651476980155936357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:400%;"&gt;ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-4245408465831170558?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4245408465831170558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=4245408465831170558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4245408465831170558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4245408465831170558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/argh.html' 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allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-847739235933079355?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/847739235933079355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=847739235933079355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/847739235933079355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/847739235933079355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3472300880619240115</id><published>2009-02-14T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:17:43.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; this is why sometimes it's better that I keep everything to myself than to tell you all what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know my feelings can be used as something to threaten me with &amp;amp; to be used against me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3472300880619240115?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3472300880619240115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3472300880619240115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3472300880619240115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3472300880619240115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-why-sometimes-its-better-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-5596994010196460935</id><published>2009-01-02T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:13:46.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a brand new year.&lt;br /&gt;But problems seem to be piling up instead of being solved. A big thanks to everyone who have been supporting me all this while. If it weren't for all of you, I really don't know what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being there for me on special occasions &amp;amp; festive seasons to cheer me up, &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jieying&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Peggy &lt;/strong&gt;- thank you girls so much. Sorry if my emo-ness made the happy occasion seem so gloomy. Special thanks to Ling for hearing me out when I'm down though I know you don't seem too fond about such situations. Thanks dear. Really thankful that you're always there for me all through the past 4 years. Though we don't meet up as often, you're still my crazy bestie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the 3 darlings who have been giving me countless of advice &amp;amp; support, &lt;strong&gt;Tiff&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;Lyn&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt; Z&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you girls for everything. Worrying for me all the time, &amp;amp; always accompanying me all the time. Thank you so much Tiff. Though I don't say nor show it, really appreciate you very much girl. Whatever I'll do without you eh? :D Bestie, thank you for your understanding &amp;amp; support though I don't think you really agree to such things. But still, I love you girl. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;D family members. Thank you all for showing me so much support even though you all found out about... It won't be easy to thank all of you one by one. But still, thanks so much you guys. Never thought that A&amp;amp;D would become what it is now. &amp;amp; the family bond I have with all of you, really, no one can ever replace all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haseo&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks my dearest baka for being there for me every single time. Don't know you've been through how many of my crying fits le lor. Thanks for protecting me all the time. Making sure that I'm fine. Giving me advices &amp;amp; telling me everything's alright. Baka... Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cookie mei&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you for giving me countless of support &amp;amp; always telling me to stay strong. Sorry you have to listen to all my problems time &amp;amp; again. Mei oh. Thank you so much for everything that you have done for me. Really appreciate it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ling darling&lt;/strong&gt;, it's been half a year since we know each other. &amp;amp; all through these months, you've been through so much with me. So much that I don't know how to thank you. Just want to let you know that I really treasure you alot &amp;amp; that I'm thankful for your support. Darling, I'll always support you in whatever you do as well. So lets stay strong together k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuki mei&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Mint mei&lt;/strong&gt;, although the time we know each other isn't very long. You girls have shown me countless of support. Thinking of ways to help me solve my problems &amp;amp; asking me to be strong. Sorry for making you worried for me all the time. &amp;amp; thanks so much for supporting me.. (:&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Bear&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Joseph&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kun&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Demon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Doom&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Ellone&lt;/strong&gt; as well for being there for me. Letting me know that I'm not alone &amp;amp; walking through this road with me. Thank you all so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Deardear. I'll hold on for as long as I can. I'll try to bear with it if that's what you want. But I won't deny that I hope for you to move out now. &amp;amp; I promise to never leave before you do. So yep, deardear.. I love you shagua. No matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-5596994010196460935?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5596994010196460935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=5596994010196460935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5596994010196460935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5596994010196460935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-brand-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8764845312966282184</id><published>2008-12-26T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T04:25:40.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Christmas. But somehow, I'm feeling nowhere near merry. In fact, I'm feeling miserable. Woke up for some reason &amp;amp; I'm finding it hard to go back to sleep now. Sigh. How I wish I could just lock myself in the room &amp;amp; just lie in bed all day. There's no point celebrating this Christmas anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Was all excited about coming home from HongKong as I could then see dear &amp;amp; spend Christmas with dear. In the end.. Sigh. Don't wanna talk about it anymore. Just feel so stupid &amp;amp; naive to actually believe that dear would be allowed to spend the day with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking alot about the whole thing these 2 days. Feeling so helpless &amp;amp; useless cuz I can't do anything about it at all. It's not that I don't know what I can do or should do but it's just that I wasn't able to do it because of the fact that they're dear's family. God. I feel so bloody useless. Seeing dear going through all these but being unable to do anything about it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking. The thought of giving up have been flashing more frequently in my mind than anything else. Somehow it seems to me that the only reason why he treats you that way was because of me. Maybe if I were to give in, you would gain your freedom back &amp;amp; things might change for the better? I seriously don't know what else I can do to make you feel better. &amp;amp; yes, as you know, I can't take it anymore. It hurts me so much to see you like that. I feel like such a burden to you because you're constantly worrying for me. It's bad enough that you have to deal with your dad. Why do you need to worry for me all the time? I don't wish to see you suffer all these because of me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish for you to force yourself to do things you can't do. Something's holding you back, making you bear with his nonsense &amp;amp; both you &amp;amp; I know that. What I don't know is.. what exactly is holding you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm asking for too much. Maybe I've crossed the line. He is your dad afterall. I can't possibly ask you to move out &amp;amp; leave your family. I have absolutely no right to do that. So I guess the best option might be for me to back out? Maybe. Just maybe. You'll be free again? Sigh. I would do anything to make sure you're alright &amp;amp; for you to be free again. If venting his frustrations on me would make him happy, let him do it then. It's the only thing I can do for you. Sigh. It hurts so much to see you like that. I really feel so helpless. What am I supposed to do? All I want is to just be with you. Happily. But why is it so hard? Tell me what I can do to make things alright again because I seriously don't know how. Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8764845312966282184?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8764845312966282184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8764845312966282184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8764845312966282184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8764845312966282184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-5915968851938289634</id><published>2008-12-17T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:52:03.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNhrolQfsG0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNhrolQfsG0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-5915968851938289634?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5915968851938289634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=5915968851938289634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5915968851938289634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5915968851938289634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-you-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-1032393783239226350</id><published>2008-12-13T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:33:08.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God. Kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than go to HongKong lar! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-1032393783239226350?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1032393783239226350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=1032393783239226350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1032393783239226350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1032393783239226350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/god.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-1283578718675064219</id><published>2008-12-07T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:26:29.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe it's all just an illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-1283578718675064219?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1283578718675064219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=1283578718675064219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1283578718675064219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1283578718675064219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-its-all-just-illusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-5663195372517637900</id><published>2008-11-30T02:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:53:11.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love can sometimes be magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But magic can sometimes be just an illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-5663195372517637900?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5663195372517637900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=5663195372517637900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5663195372517637900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5663195372517637900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-can-sometimes-be-magic.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3650484432386307807</id><published>2008-11-23T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:24:07.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Finally! :D&lt;br /&gt;♥A&amp;amp;D introduction video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyESbxyvkD8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyESbxyvkD8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3650484432386307807?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3650484432386307807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3650484432386307807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3650484432386307807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3650484432386307807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-d-xoxo.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-4375759844944946406</id><published>2008-11-20T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:43:49.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rawr. 1 paper down, 5 more to go. Ohman. I seriously fucking hate exams lar. QMM was totally shit can. Stoned for like half an hour after going into exam hall before I started writing anything on the paper. Wrote about 4 lines of workings &amp;amp; then started stoning again. So crappy lar, seroiusly. Arghhhh. &gt;.&lt; I am soooo not looking forward to tmr's paper lar! :( Spent my whole afternoon starting at my IS textbook. *prays* Let me pass this time lar! Don't torture me like that lehhhh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh! Celebrated dear Tiffy's birthday earlier on Monday night along with deardear &amp;amp; Z. Had dinner over at Pepperlunch then roamed around Orchard. It was pretty insane going out with them. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; all my dirtyyy secrets.. Hmms. -shakes head- Not good aye. &gt;.&lt; We were like practically thrashtalking all our exs and stuff. Rawr. Fun fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really get to spend much time with deardear this week. Sighhh. I want deardear na! &gt;.&lt; Thought can spend more time with deardear since dear's parents are away and since I'm staying in SG for like the whole week? But in the end, dear need to go home early.. Sighh.. Ohwells. Hopefully next week would be better since aunt and uncle are going away for a while. Since I can't go over.. Deardear shall come over! Hee. Hopefully can have the chance to cook for deardear?&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Don't know why I'm missing deardear so much even though we have like met up everyday of this week? Though we managed to see each other everyday of this week, somehow the time we got to spend together is shortened cuz deardear need to go home early. Ohwells. Really hope we could spend more time together lar. :( Won't be able to have dinner with deardear tmr night as dear need to go home early.. T.T Rawrrr! Can I kidnap you for 1 night huh, dear? It's been so long since I last hugged you to bed.. Ohman.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. Gonna end here for now lar. May God bless me and my freaking exams then.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-4375759844944946406?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4375759844944946406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=4375759844944946406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4375759844944946406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4375759844944946406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/rawr_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8577207660117670351</id><published>2008-11-17T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:17:36.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;exams&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play naaaa! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T Probably won't be online the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm lucky, maybe can come on for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;Take care y'all.&lt;br /&gt;♥A&amp;amp;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8577207660117670351?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8577207660117670351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8577207660117670351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8577207660117670351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8577207660117670351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-120569960411374212</id><published>2008-11-13T10:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:51:58.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eeeeeee. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Why all also say I naughty naughty!&lt;br /&gt;Bakaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Qing is a very good girl k! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥A&amp;amp;D&lt;br /&gt;Will be back on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me too much oh!&lt;br /&gt;Rawrrrrrr. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-120569960411374212?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/120569960411374212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=120569960411374212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/120569960411374212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/120569960411374212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/eeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-5641379298515187194</id><published>2008-11-12T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:46:57.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAYYYYYY! :D&lt;br /&gt;New wings! lalala~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/smallangels2.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/smallangels.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-5641379298515187194?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5641379298515187194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=5641379298515187194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5641379298515187194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5641379298515187194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/yayyyyyy-d-new-wings-lalala-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8432246888630870391</id><published>2008-11-10T02:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:53:22.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥Angel&amp;amp;Devil♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite people in xdo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/20081109_235825.jpg" boder="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/20081110_002032.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/20081110_003924.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vampy&lt;strong&gt;deardear&lt;/strong&gt;, haseo&lt;strong&gt;baka&lt;/strong&gt;, ichi&lt;strong&gt;bakaa&lt;/strong&gt;, dragon&lt;strong&gt;didi&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cookie&lt;strong&gt;mei, &lt;/strong&gt;miaomiao&lt;strong&gt;mei&lt;/strong&gt;, babybear&lt;strong&gt;honey&lt;/strong&gt;, angel&lt;strong&gt;darling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8432246888630870391?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8432246888630870391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8432246888630870391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8432246888630870391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8432246888630870391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/angel-d-my-favourite-people-in-xdo.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-4961782185717590965</id><published>2008-11-09T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:54:03.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate weekends. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-4961782185717590965?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8537528582851323823</id><published>2008-11-05T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:50:44.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 simple words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no matter how hard it is, I will hold on tight to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC05400.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8537528582851323823?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-5430065602777686402</id><published>2008-11-03T02:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:40:07.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week's gone by just like that. Time seems to fly really quickly nowadays. Come to think of it, I've one more year left before graduating from Uni. Sighh. I wonder what I'd do after I graduate. Seriously hope that I'm able to take my Dip in music. But then.. I don't wanna go off to some faraway place just to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Monday, I didn't exactly spend much time with dear this week.&lt;br /&gt;Caught a movie with dear at Cathay before heading over to Cine's E2Max. I seriously like the chambers as I can slack &amp;amp; relax. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the privacy... :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Parting with dear is always horrid. Don't know why but somehow I'm being a tad too emotional lately? Even to the point that I can't help but cry when dear need to go home. Oh God.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed &amp;amp; Thurs were horrid. I wasn't able to see dear. &amp;amp; I wasn't even able to spend much time with dear msning or xdo-ing either. Just made me feel so miserable lar. Seriously man. That feeling just.. sucks. I wanna hug dear so badly but I can't. Sigh.. Ended up crying again. As much as I tried to hold back my tears, I wasn't able to stop them from flowing. Sorry dear if I made you worried..&lt;br /&gt;Went to some singing showcase over at SMU on Friday night. It was pretty interesting though some of the singing need some brushing up. :D Well, I would be interested if there were to be any similar stuff in the future. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Dear's kinda broke now so I gotta learn how to cook. Faints. Oh man oh man. So far the only thing I managed to cook for dear is pasta. I can't possibly prepare pasta for the rest of the week right... &gt;.&lt; Cham naaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; Dear watched some horror movie just now &amp;amp; was so scared. Sure hope dear won't have any nightmares lor. Oh God.. Please don't let dear have any nightmares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether am I too demanding. I want to spend more time with you so badly. But yet I am afraid that I might wear you out. All the sacrifices you made for me.. I really don't know what else to say other than I love you. Yes, I hope that you can stay online till later just so we can spend more time. But I can't help but worry that you might get scolded, or you will be too tired the next day. I'm in such a dilemma I feel so helpless. &amp;amp; at times like this, all I could do was cry. &amp;amp; when I cry, I made you worried. Sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just wanna say that I love you too. Sorry for making you worried these few days. Darling, you mean so much to me. Thanks for all that you did for me, dear. I love you.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 more hours! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-5430065602777686402?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5430065602777686402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=5430065602777686402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5430065602777686402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5430065602777686402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-weeks-gone-by-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-2810306593756176183</id><published>2008-10-31T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:11:06.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/20081030_230857copy.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One kiss from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of one kiss from you&lt;br /&gt;A love long and true&lt;br /&gt;We'll go on and on and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear that I'm too young&lt;br /&gt;To know it's love that makes me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't have to feel the heat of the sun&lt;br /&gt;To know it's shining on me every day&lt;br /&gt;When it's warm outside&lt;br /&gt;And the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is longing to show me the way&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one kiss from you, and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I see the road laid out in front of me&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength, you give me hope&lt;br /&gt;And when you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;You make me whole&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know just what I would do&lt;br /&gt;Without one kiss from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear my time will come&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like it's already here&lt;br /&gt;We should learn to walk before we run&lt;br /&gt;But why go anywhere when you're so near&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I reach out to you&lt;br /&gt;So sad and confused&lt;br /&gt;And feeling like I could cry&lt;br /&gt;You dry my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one kiss from you, and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I see the road laid out in front of me&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength, you give me hope&lt;br /&gt;And when you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;You make me whole&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know just what I would do&lt;br /&gt;Without one kiss from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of one kiss from you&lt;br /&gt;A love long and true&lt;br /&gt;We'll go on and on and…&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for one kiss goodnight&lt;br /&gt;To last all my life&lt;br /&gt;On and on and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one kiss from you, and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I see the road laid out in front of me&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength, you give me hope&lt;br /&gt;And when you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;You make me whole&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know just what I would do&lt;br /&gt;Without one kiss from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for one kiss goodnight&lt;br /&gt;To last all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Can't wait to see you tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna shower you with kisses &amp;amp; hug you tight.&lt;br /&gt;Love you so much dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-2810306593756176183?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2810306593756176183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=2810306593756176183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2810306593756176183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2810306593756176183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-kiss-from-you-im-dreaming-of-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-1867733180879018363</id><published>2008-10-31T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:42:06.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Freakshow on xdo. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/freakshow2.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-1867733180879018363?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1867733180879018363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=1867733180879018363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1867733180879018363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1867733180879018363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/freakshow-on-xdo.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8982898957691967613</id><published>2008-10-30T01:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:51:32.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you so much I can't help but cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that you make me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Like my heart is flying.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm actually soaring.&lt;br /&gt;Like my soul is singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do something to me,&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not sure exactly what,&lt;br /&gt;That makes me always feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I fall on my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my days thinking of you-&lt;br /&gt;Of how you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;Is this even real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's amazing to me&lt;br /&gt;That I can feel like this&lt;br /&gt;After such a short time,&lt;br /&gt;And just one kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, the fact remains-&lt;br /&gt;In all that you say and do,&lt;br /&gt;To say it simply -&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8982898957691967613?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8982898957691967613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8982898957691967613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8982898957691967613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8982898957691967613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-you-so-much-i-cant-help-but-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8745813517366946319</id><published>2008-10-29T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:26:08.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is a splendid thing, they say,&lt;br /&gt;And I believe it when you looked my way,&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, things seemed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;By chance or destiny, is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love so exquisite, yet so intricate,&lt;br /&gt;In a world of only "you and I"&lt;br /&gt;A love we can't even demonstrate.&lt;br /&gt;A secret we had to keep for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, darling, and it's from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know that you're no beggar from the start.&lt;br /&gt;You make me fly without wings,&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart wants to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I spent with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is every one of my dreams coming true.&lt;br /&gt;More than words, I want to show you how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Someday, some place, sometime, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a journey for two,&lt;br /&gt;Step by step, me and you,&lt;br /&gt;The future we can't see,&lt;br /&gt;Let love lead the way for you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8745813517366946319?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8745813517366946319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8745813517366946319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8745813517366946319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8745813517366946319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-is-splendid-thing-they-say-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-7757953409159162154</id><published>2008-10-26T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T03:32:11.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once in awhile,&lt;br /&gt;Right in the middle of an ordinary life,&lt;br /&gt;Love gives us a fairy tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/Darling_I_Love_You_by_pinkparis1233.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deardear I will &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; leave you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the thought have never even crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid that this relationship might tire you out.&lt;br /&gt;I can sense that you're feeling worn out having to deal with your parents &amp;amp; grandma.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless because I don't know what I can do to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is worry for you &amp; hope that things are alright at home.&lt;br /&gt;So scared that you might get scolded for this &amp; that.&lt;br /&gt;Time &amp; again I kept thinking of what I can do for you.&lt;br /&gt;But there seem to be nothing I can do at all.&lt;br /&gt;Shagua~ I don't know what I would do without you.&lt;br /&gt;I will hold onto this relationship of ours for as long as it takes.&lt;br /&gt;I love you shagua~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-7757953409159162154?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7757953409159162154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=7757953409159162154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7757953409159162154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7757953409159162154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-in-awhile-right-in-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3994518315493780458</id><published>2008-10-26T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:42:04.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; this is why &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; don't know anything about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3994518315493780458?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3994518315493780458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3994518315493780458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3994518315493780458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3994518315493780458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-you-dont-know-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-6640321371747203825</id><published>2008-10-23T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:42:07.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Byebye black wings :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/blackwings2.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/blackwings-1.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-6640321371747203825?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6640321371747203825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=6640321371747203825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6640321371747203825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6640321371747203825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/byebye-black-wings-ill-miss-you-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-7057733225990821919</id><published>2008-10-23T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:40:04.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A part of you has grown in me.&lt;br /&gt;And so you see, it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;Together forever and never apart,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in distance, but never in heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC055002.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week's gone by really quickly. So quickly that it's the last week of the term again. Gosh. For the first time, I'm hoping for a shorter break cuz a longer holiday means it'll be harder for me to see dear. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had presentations on Tuesday and I think it went alot better than expected? Thought that I'll fumble through my speech or speak too softly but it turned out pretty okay. So, in all, I'm pretty happy with the results of the presentation. First part's nailed but I have another part to settle - stupid PMS assignment. Was up early on Tuesday morning to complete it but when I submitted it in, the darn lecturer told the class that we can submit it on Friday instead. WTF can? To think I sacrifised my sleep for that wretched assignment.... RAWR! So annoying lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been coming home really late recently cuz I'll meet up with dear before coming back. :D Hehe so happy to spend more time with my silly dear. Hopefully mom will allow me to stay in SG next week lor. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I wanna go to Sentosa with deardear on Monday lar. -prays don't LA- (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was home the whole of today if you don't count the 1 hour plus I spent at piano. As usual, I spent my whole day idling away in front of my pc~ What to do.. I'm a bored person. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Teacher was talking to me about the Yamaha Acad of Arts &amp;amp; Music. Asked me to give it a try. To be honest, it's all very tempting. But it's bloody 3 years lar! Won't deny that it is what I have dreamt about the past few years. But seriously, I wouldn't want to spend 3 years there lar. I.. can't bear to leave anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;Baka asked me to look at the "opportunity cost". Kao. There isn't any "opportunity cost" lar. I can always take my dip in Singapore/JB. The only diff is that I won't be able to attend it like a normal school lar. It can only be like an extra curriculum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Silly deardear~ I won't be going anywhere without you. I know you said you'll wait. But.. 3 years leh. You won't go mad I will lor. 3 days is enough to kill me, don't talk about 3 years lar. I have nothing to lose except for the chance to experience being surrounded by people who have a common interest. But then again, talking about music 24/7 might really just bore me to death. :D Shagua oh shagua. Whatever it is, you're far more important than anything lar. Muacks~ Love you silly dear~ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Chatting with laojie about random topics at the moment. Somehow I'm not feeling too sleeply leh.. Don't know why. Hmms. Can't wait for tmr lar. Wanna see dear so badly can. 10 more hours! Quick quick quick~ :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-7057733225990821919?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7057733225990821919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=7057733225990821919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7057733225990821919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7057733225990821919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/part-of-you-has-grown-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-9046757467301171960</id><published>2008-10-21T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:34:22.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rawrrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baka PMS! Stupid PMS! Annoying PMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still need another 1100 words lar! Kao. I wanna sleep so badly can.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow all the examples aren't doing me much help too. Hmms I wonder why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhoos.. Made lunch for deardear earlier today. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope it taste alright? &amp;amp; shagua~ I hope you like the flowers.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hopefully I can convince mom &amp;amp; dad to let me stay in Singapore the whole of next week then I can meet dear ler! An hour a day makes me go even more insane as I would be tempted to spend more time with dear. Rawrrr. If only I can spend all my time with dear?&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gonna head to bed as I've used up way too much braincells for the day &amp;amp; I can't think of what else to add to my already shitty assignment. Can't wait to see dear for lunch tmr. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; touching up on my tattoo on friday! XD Can spend time with dear again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Darling I love you &amp;amp; I'll never let you go.. 11 more hours to see dear! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-9046757467301171960?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9046757467301171960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=9046757467301171960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/9046757467301171960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/9046757467301171960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/rawrrrr-baka-pms-stupid-pms-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3775561641491885842</id><published>2008-10-20T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:55:24.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haven't had any mood since last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt so fucking pissed off with those people lar. Seroiusly man. How can anyone be this stupid! Just makes my blood boil at the thought of it. Fucking insensitive shits. Argh. When will they ever learn that there are comments that are best kept to themselves. When! Fucking brainless gits.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get much sleep cuz was thinking about it as well. I'm sorry lor. But I'm not exactly the type of girl most people will have a good impression of at the first meeting. So before judging others, I'd suggest they learn how to look at the people around them more closely first. Just because I don't show it means that I'm not like that. I can be a total bitch if I want to &amp;amp; not give a fucking shit about what others have got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Don't know why this incident made me wanna tattoo my whole back even more. &gt;.&lt; Even felt like tattooing on my arm &amp;amp; the back of my neck. Erks maybe I should call &amp;amp; check out the price? &amp;amp; not forgetting I need to touch up on my current one. Sigh. I wanna get my fucking pay lar! Hopefully I can get it by tmr or the day after.. If not, I'm seriously gonna throw a fucking fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Can't wait to see dear tmr. Sorry for my horrible mood swings since last night. &amp;amp; thanks dear for trying to cheer me up. -hugs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3775561641491885842?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3775561641491885842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3775561641491885842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3775561641491885842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3775561641491885842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/havent-had-any-mood-since-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-5263007505758581916</id><published>2008-10-19T00:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:25:05.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCK MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell are some people so brainless &amp;amp; shallow? So highly educated but yet say all these stupid &amp;amp; insensitive shits. Why don't people realise that there are things that don't neccessarily have to be said out? God. This is so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;Telling my dad about me not going home is one thing. Commenting about MY FRIENDS is another. God. How can anyone be so shallow?! Haven't heard of the phrase "don't judge a book by its cover"? Fuck it man! If having dyed hair means very &lt;em&gt;"pai kia"&lt;/em&gt; like then I have no fucking idea what the fuck am I in people's eye already can!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I DON'T NEED YOU FUCKING IDIOTS TO TELL ME HOW TO RUN MY OWN LIFE. I DON'T NEED YOU ALL TO CARE. Just fuck off from my life. SERIOUSLY. Any fucking comments just keep it to yourselves. Don't fucking add oil to the fire. This doesn't make me any better. It'll just piss me off &amp;amp; in turn, I'LL MAKE YER LIVES FUCKING MISERABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Not happy about this post? TELL MY DAD LAR! Fucking insensitive &amp;amp; shallow piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; FYI, you ain't my parent. So learn to STFU. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;color:#330099;"&gt;*I shall not dirty my blog talking about those stupid, brainless &amp;amp; insentive shits :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-5263007505758581916?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5263007505758581916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=5263007505758581916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5263007505758581916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5263007505758581916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck-man-why-hell-are-some-people-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-736468574413542160</id><published>2008-10-17T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:37:48.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday, 14th of Oct was our first month together.&lt;br /&gt;Din really get to celebrate it but managed to have lunch together. Thanks dear for the roses though. Love 'em all so much k. :D&lt;br /&gt;Since the day we got together, I've not been able to get you outta my mind. Everything I do, I think of you. So much that I think I'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stay by your side every minute &amp;amp; every second, how great would it be? Just being with you is happiness itself. Don't need anything more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Shagua~ 3 stalks of roses is enough for me. No need to get me 99. If not I can't hide ne :P&lt;br /&gt;Love you too na dear. Can't wait to see you tmr. Wanna hug &amp;amp; kiss you so badly now... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/20080928_020507.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/20080929_173208-1.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/20081015_233252.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/20081015_234807.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/20081015_235449.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The waiter &amp;amp; maid's secret love affair? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/ppprofile.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/ppprofile2.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-736468574413542160?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/736468574413542160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=736468574413542160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/736468574413542160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/736468574413542160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-14th-of-oct-was-our-first-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-2428878857570885930</id><published>2008-10-14T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:01:08.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4QI4eGQ9SMA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4QI4eGQ9SMA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;没力气总是懒洋洋的&lt;br /&gt;赖着你怀里顽皮嬉戏&lt;br /&gt;是该做些事心里又甜蜜的&lt;br /&gt;不想要不想要张开眼睛&lt;br /&gt;我和你频率如此接近&lt;br /&gt;没压力自在做我自己&lt;br /&gt;第一次感受这种爱的决心&lt;br /&gt;只想要只想要和你一起&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;爱你好幸福&lt;br /&gt;想要和你建造一个爱的小屋&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;爱你好满足&lt;br /&gt;享受最甜美的束缚有你的呵护我&lt;br /&gt;不再孤独&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/486971d2hl6el81k.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;傻瓜!&lt;br /&gt;我可是第一次用华文blog&lt;br /&gt;如果有什么错字不要笑哦(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个月了&lt;br /&gt;和你在一起, 每一天都过的很开心&lt;br /&gt;当不能见到你的时候, 什么事做不好&lt;br /&gt;脑海里只想着快点要见到你&lt;br /&gt;真恨不得要紧紧抱着你不放&lt;br /&gt;傻瓜呀傻瓜&lt;br /&gt;真的好怕你因为每天不够睡而病倒&lt;br /&gt;如果真的病倒了, 要我怎么办呢?&lt;br /&gt;要是能24小时陪着你多好哦&lt;br /&gt;什么都不要, 只想分分秒秒和你在一起&lt;br /&gt;我的宝贝傻瓜哦&lt;br /&gt;你呀.. 真的要照顾好自己&lt;br /&gt;不然每次看到你哪里受伤我会心痛的&lt;br /&gt;快要12月了&lt;br /&gt;真期待和你一起过第一个圣诞, 第一个新年&lt;br /&gt;当然没忘了我们的生日 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deardear!&lt;br /&gt;好想快点见到你！&lt;br /&gt;好想等下见到你的时候能够抱着你不放&lt;br /&gt;想你想到快要疯了啦 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qingqing要和vampy长长久久&lt;br /&gt;永远在一起&lt;br /&gt;傻瓜, 爱死你啦～&lt;br /&gt;么么! Hahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/kisskiss.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&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/8074796189681173309-2428878857570885930?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2428878857570885930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=2428878857570885930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2428878857570885930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2428878857570885930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wanna-be-with-you-i-wanna-be-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-5158417807419310357</id><published>2008-10-10T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:17:40.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want this na! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/e62ed4380fd4023297ddd8a72.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-5158417807419310357?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5158417807419310357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=5158417807419310357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5158417807419310357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5158417807419310357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-this-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-6144919569315505759</id><published>2008-10-08T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:40:17.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;★ Bendan &amp;amp; Shagua's love&lt;br /&gt;Bikini season! -drools- :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/princessqing_profile.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/vampyjoker.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prize for making the right guess as to which is mine :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-6144919569315505759?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6144919569315505759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=6144919569315505759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6144919569315505759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6144919569315505759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/bendan-shaguas-love-no-prize-for-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-6294126889517660742</id><published>2008-10-05T02:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:52:22.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good week, bad week.&lt;br /&gt;Good week, cuz deardear came into JB &amp;amp; my place a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Bad week, cuz daddy got admitted to the hospital &amp;amp; some other stuff happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is. I hope all the bad things pass quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all I wanna do is spend my time with dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendan sotong!&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you badly lar!&lt;br /&gt;So wanna hug &amp;amp; kiss you now.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for monday to come quickly........&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;&amp;amp; 14th is the date we started :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-6294126889517660742?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6294126889517660742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=6294126889517660742' title='0 Comments'/><link 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:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/20080929_135237.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8756538844631927093?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8756538844631927093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8756538844631927093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8756538844631927093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8756538844631927093'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-6716171216977701686?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6716171216977701686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=6716171216977701686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6716171216977701686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6716171216977701686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/rubbish-tags-will-be-deleted-ip-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-1934078755307944643</id><published>2008-09-28T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:05:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/whiteangels.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;Muacks deardear~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-1934078755307944643?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss deardear naaa~ &lt;img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p217/ctjani/avatar%20sdo/tear.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want deardear~ &lt;img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p217/ctjani/avatar%20sdo/annoyed.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Friday come quickly? &lt;img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p217/ctjani/avatar%20sdo/pls.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-4859306490996429801?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4859306490996429801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-7275955510819738017</id><published>2008-09-24T04:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T04:40:58.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't sleep. ):&lt;br /&gt;Woke up an hour ago cuz was having gastric pain.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still feeling rather unwell now lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dying lurrrrrrrrrrr~&lt;br /&gt;Someone save meeeeee T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-7275955510819738017?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-7373078054893350474</id><published>2008-09-23T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:05:00.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥ Deardear!&lt;br /&gt;I miss you naaaa~&lt;br /&gt;How? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=" http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/scan0001.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-7373078054893350474?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-2887342769072892194</id><published>2008-09-22T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:57:21.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qingqing is sick so not gonna blog much first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just gonna post the photos for now I guess~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/kissdeardear.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC05391.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC05394.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC05395.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC05396.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC05399.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC05400.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC05404.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC05405.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC05417.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/DSC05418.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/2DSC05422.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/2DSC05427.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-2887342769072892194?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2887342769072892194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=2887342769072892194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2887342769072892194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2887342769072892194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/qingqing-is-sick-so-not-gonna-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3443713495964162991</id><published>2008-09-19T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:11:43.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss dear neeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can 5:30 come quickly?):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3443713495964162991?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3443713495964162991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3443713495964162991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3443713495964162991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3443713495964162991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-dear-neeeee-can-530-come-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-6048983420030214496</id><published>2008-09-18T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:23:24.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erks. Too lazy to blog lar...&lt;br /&gt;Gomen ne everyone(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meeting deardear for &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; everyday this week.. Lunch tmr &amp;amp; movie on friday. Hee I can't wait! Deardear please go decide what you wanna watch okay!(: Aiks anyways I'm blogging now because I think deardear fell asleep in front of the pc again! T.T Ohoh I hate weekends too! Can't see deardear at all. Howwwwwww? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; boring lor. Totally no mood to attend the classes lar~&lt;br /&gt;Lectures = bore&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh. Someone helpppp~&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I'm too lazy to continue.&lt;br /&gt;Shall update more when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEAR WAKE UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-6048983420030214496?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6048983420030214496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=6048983420030214496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6048983420030214496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6048983420030214496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/erks.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-2645760325486368586</id><published>2008-09-16T11:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:28:07.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/single.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/single2.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Singleeeeeeee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-2645760325486368586?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2645760325486368586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=2645760325486368586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2645760325486368586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2645760325486368586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/singleeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8293163781035335668</id><published>2008-08-24T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:19:27.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/JQQ.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/QJQ.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/meos3.gif" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/me3we2.gif" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8293163781035335668?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8293163781035335668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8293163781035335668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8293163781035335668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8293163781035335668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/3jay.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3229699983620284983</id><published>2008-08-21T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:26:13.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;Qing sinned today.&lt;br /&gt;-shhh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Qing&lt;3jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3229699983620284983?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3229699983620284983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3229699983620284983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3229699983620284983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3229699983620284983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/qing-sinned-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-250932180242471831</id><published>2008-08-06T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:27:13.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;After 25 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep + game + shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you have a close close close friend since childhood who loves to take away whatever you like, including guys/girls, and he/she always wins, will you still consider him/her your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Is that still considered a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you give up in return to eat all you want in the world and not get fat?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there someone in your heart right now?&lt;br /&gt;JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.. nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;Everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you feel like doing, right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hugging Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If there's someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, crazy and crazy. (But I still love her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;Love. &amp;amp; trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What would you do if the love of your life leaves you one day?&lt;br /&gt;Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What would you do if you cannot get what you want in life?&lt;br /&gt;Hmms.. try and work for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think 'Love' is?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;Bitchiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the one thing you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;Prolly working my ass off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is there a specific song that can describe your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;마리오 - Never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you had 24 hours to do anything, anything at all in the world, whether it be realistically possible, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I.. don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 person whom I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Ling :) [Something for her to update her blog with]&lt;br /&gt;No one else..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-250932180242471831?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/250932180242471831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=250932180242471831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/250932180242471831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/250932180242471831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-4662394324915189747</id><published>2008-07-28T19:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:42:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moodless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Queens of Aiclanz and Aristocracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/queenies.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/queenies2.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Couple shua(Orange+Apple v Dearie+Qing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/shuacouple.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/qing-x4.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; a screenshot from that day's ingame comp where I was sorted into the room with only "laogong" in it. -faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/comp.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing&lt;3jay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-4662394324915189747?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4662394324915189747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=4662394324915189747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4662394324915189747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4662394324915189747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/moodless.html' title='moodless'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8835954014091395474</id><published>2008-07-26T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:40:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>profiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comparing..&lt;br /&gt;My old id's profile and my new id's profile.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/profile-flove.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/profile-jay.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thanks dearie for making me the gif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/3042/qingxjaykhewgifyd3.gif" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8835954014091395474?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8835954014091395474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8835954014091395474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8835954014091395474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8835954014091395474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/profiles.html' title='profiles'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-6288634735069229179</id><published>2008-07-25T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:00:48.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling kept making fun of my &lt;em&gt;naitouzai&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It's really kawaii what!&lt;br /&gt;See! &lt;img src="http://bbs.cib.com.my/images/smilies/default/9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://bbs.cib.com.my/images/smilies/default/9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://bbs.cib.com.my/images/smilies/default/9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright lah.&lt;br /&gt;Although you keep making fun of my &lt;em&gt;naitouzai&lt;/em&gt;, I still &lt;3  you.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-6288634735069229179?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6288634735069229179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=6288634735069229179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6288634735069229179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6288634735069229179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-6805250136745473164</id><published>2008-07-25T03:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:41:37.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/loves2ll8.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Qing&lt;3jay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-6805250136745473164?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6805250136745473164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=6805250136745473164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6805250136745473164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6805250136745473164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/marriage.html' title='marriage'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-4111419443306350691</id><published>2008-07-21T04:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:42:05.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, SOMEONE said he had the inspiration to make &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt; for me AFTER Miko scolded him for making me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/JQ.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, thanks dearie for making it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Qing HEARTS queenies~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-4111419443306350691?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4111419443306350691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=4111419443306350691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4111419443306350691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4111419443306350691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-happy.html' title='happy happy'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-4700957356925325240</id><published>2008-07-19T03:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T03:57:35.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qing finally plucked up the courage to confess today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lisa darling for helping me through it~&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I guess I just gotta wait &amp;amp; see how things go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy you are my sin~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-4700957356925325240?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4700957356925325240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=4700957356925325240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4700957356925325240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4700957356925325240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/courage.html' title='courage'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-7348779556594015539</id><published>2008-07-18T11:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T03:44:36.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiclanz angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/ai.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing is spamming forum now with my 4 other Aiclanz spammer queens.&lt;br /&gt;Argh exam later at 3.&lt;br /&gt;I need to relieve pressure!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fucking worried dad will take my pc away~&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;Save meeeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp; I want wingsssssss~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-7348779556594015539?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7348779556594015539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=7348779556594015539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7348779556594015539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7348779556594015539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol.html' title='aiclanz angels'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3756678338951346991</id><published>2008-07-09T18:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:56:49.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/jayqingwalliepeachzr8.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3756678338951346991?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3756678338951346991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3756678338951346991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3756678338951346991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3756678338951346991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-6118267798732007577</id><published>2008-07-06T13:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:14:48.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;Happiness (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/4644qingjay.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/sandykwa/jayqing.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-6118267798732007577?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6118267798732007577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=6118267798732007577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6118267798732007577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6118267798732007577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-616384126759466857</id><published>2008-07-01T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:26:38.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>viva espana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:220%;"&gt;Viva España!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGnDFUOnISI/AAAAAAAAAto/d6MQMGm_hS0/s400/spain_defeats_germany_57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217916139382186274" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGnEH6tLw8I/AAAAAAAAAtw/NraW9wNUz98/s400/spain_defeats_germany_58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217917283582329794" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGnEID9j9QI/AAAAAAAAAt4/0h695tu97l0/s400/spain_defeats_germany_61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217917286066943234" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGnEIKUMzdI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Sgm7-2THhcc/s400/spain_defeats_germany_62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217917287772507602" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGnEITrQmvI/AAAAAAAAAuI/T7x0EMf36kk/s400/spain_defeats_germany_63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217917290285144818" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGnEITYTHBI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/lGCL0aTd1Cs/s400/spain_defeats_germany_64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217917290205617170" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGnGz6TawII/AAAAAAAAAuY/qvY2sRU6prQ/s400/reina_villa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217920238411759746" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGnG0COoKbI/AAAAAAAAAug/O5-NJPmhLxk/s400/torres_ramos3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217920240539150770" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Couldn't be happier that Spain won the Euro. And to top it off, Nando was the one who scored the winning goal. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Aww. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; Spain boys are awfully cute can! Watch the vids and you'll know why. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TIs2HfKBmV8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TIs2HfKBmV8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; back in Spain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJdxHVS_icA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJdxHVS_icA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHEgH7p_AoI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHEgH7p_AoI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ix5NEO_QasM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ix5NEO_QasM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccdWULYdpk0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccdWULYdpk0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfFsBRQEUaA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfFsBRQEUaA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepe can't get any cuter I swear. They're all so awfully &lt;i&gt;high&lt;/i&gt; it's cute. Awww.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, shall end this post with my favourite pic.. ♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGmyHb8r4LI/AAAAAAAAAoI/OPEd5-51mus/s400/aa96c8f03dbb3f07d3d73d84fc56a2f6-ge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217897484116549810" border="2" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-616384126759466857?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/616384126759466857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=616384126759466857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/616384126759466857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/616384126759466857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-espana.html' title='viva espana'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGmsm_4RPOI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8etNDB9Fl9k/s72-c/0ce365e0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8831165730355941641</id><published>2008-06-30T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:42:55.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOO. XD&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone in daddy's office now waiting for mom to get my lunch. Am so freaking tired I tell you. Was up all now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chiong-ing&lt;/span&gt; xdo till 2 plus and then watched my Euro final till 5 in the morning. Only got about 3 plus hours of sleep in all. Was totally stoning just now lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. No choice though because my modem is at stake! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Holiday's started. Cousin's back from KL, buddy's back from Aussie and the rest of them are kinda free. Hee. Hopefully can plan some outings and stuff with 'em all. Aww I realised I haven't been out much lately. Am always cooped up at home despite my modem being taken away. Been catching up on my sleep but I guess I still owe my body tonnes now that my modem's back. Hee. Ohwells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been quarreling with T so much recently that I'm beginning to doubt my own decision. Maybe we both jumped into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; too quickly already. Hmms. Don't know lah. Just that I've been thinking about it alot these days. And Jay can name me a zillion reasons why I should end it. -faints- Thankful that kor and Angel are both supportive of whatever decision I make also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's with the parents nowadays uhh. Miko's modem was taken away by her parents because they wanted her to wake up early the next day. And then kor's was also taken away because of the profanities exchanged when the fuckers were arguing in xdo and his mom happened to see it. Arghhhh. Why do they have to take away the modems when we needed all the AiClanz people to be online that night? We were left to fend for ourselves against the fucking BaBy_ guild. Just makes my blood boil at the sight of Michiyo. Fucking hypocrite who've been going around saying that we bully her when she was the one who came and created trouble. Arghhh! I seriously want to slap that shithead face of hers. How can anyone be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; bitchy? Unbelievable. Feel kinda useless that I wasn't able to protect mei and the rest too though. Sighhhh. AiClanz ah AiClanz. Can we get out of this shithole anytime soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 20th Birthday to darling&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8831165730355941641?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8831165730355941641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8831165730355941641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8831165730355941641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8831165730355941641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-7110679459081826514</id><published>2008-06-30T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:30:45.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>y viva espana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGhDrEsCkDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/qWLE4wRKQlY/s400/_44789902_trophygetty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217494575580614706" border="2" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/euro_2008/7480558.stm"&gt;Nando!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/euro_2008/7480565.stm"&gt;Y Viva Espana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/euro_2008/7480539.stm"&gt;Cutie Cesc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-7110679459081826514?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7110679459081826514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=7110679459081826514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7110679459081826514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7110679459081826514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/viva-la-espana.html' title='y viva espana'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGhDrEsCkDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/qWLE4wRKQlY/s72-c/_44789902_trophygetty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-668762384122170330</id><published>2008-06-25T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:00:36.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGHQSM2db0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/F5JhaRsIEXM/s400/trapped_in_a_box_by_lackofcolorx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215678854577614658" border="2" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-668762384122170330?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/668762384122170330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=668762384122170330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/668762384122170330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/668762384122170330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/trapped.html' title='trapped'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SGHQSM2db0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/F5JhaRsIEXM/s72-c/trapped_in_a_box_by_lackofcolorx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-9197360130375122124</id><published>2008-06-18T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:08:18.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>modem gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog yesterday after coming back from Ling's place but I never got the chance to because some bugger took away my modem and gave me some fucked up bullshit excuse!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna throw things lah!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's in a horrible mood as well.&lt;br /&gt;What to do sia.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I wanna make him worry.&lt;br /&gt;But other than not eating and making my dad feel bad, I seriously can't think of any ways to make him budge.&lt;br /&gt;Gastric should be able to withstand a few more days without much food I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;At most down medications only ma right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I seriously miss hubby now.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid guy scared me by sending stupid messages to me today.&lt;br /&gt;Totally scared me okay!&lt;br /&gt;Well now you know how much you mean to me ehhh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. Gonna end the posts with a few songs that hubby is always singing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Aww I love the lyrics eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/LpiLfs15ZH/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/LpiLfs15ZH/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-9197360130375122124?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9197360130375122124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=9197360130375122124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/9197360130375122124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/9197360130375122124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/modem-gone.html' title='modem gone'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-7216285125085662695</id><published>2008-06-15T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:41:21.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spain vs sweden</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Spain won Sweden!&lt;br /&gt;Darling Nando and David scored.&lt;br /&gt;Pics pics! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211992967393352482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFS3_VFQmyI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3KxDzWR3V0Q/s400/001.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211992978437823490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFS3_-Od3AI/AAAAAAAAAho/7-xZidHSYaI/s400/002.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211992976513190738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFS3_3DmS1I/AAAAAAAAAhw/pYUH3P88cDs/s400/003.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211992985517894402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFS4AYmfKwI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jELXVgdLB1Q/s400/004.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211999154751296690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFS9neyWVLI/AAAAAAAAAig/X1YcAKmJM0o/s400/005.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211996500047573730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFS7M9PqMuI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WE_kz0WG3OM/s400/006.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211996504196281346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFS7NMsydAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zlVI6asvJMU/s400/007.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211996504330999602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFS7NNM6FzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/h1vAcAtcOKs/s400/008.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212000750421815490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFS_EXH2MMI/AAAAAAAAAio/Uq0StaRhBbc/s400/100.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212000749274500674" style="DISPLAY: block; 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFTLsvu3IzI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/f_6vULzL9Kw/s400/105.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212014646403775410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFTLtNsHu7I/AAAAAAAAAjY/yxmNjJM42lM/s400/106.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212014649811912274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFTLtaYrxlI/AAAAAAAAAjg/UIwnVco2sQE/s400/107.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212014655109834370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFTLtuHzpoI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ekXb1DMB2D8/s400/108.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212014655925359570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFTLtxKPk9I/AAAAAAAAAjw/HH_ZQA0m9xs/s400/109.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212017315868337458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFTOImOEZTI/AAAAAAAAAj4/S2y24mjCupg/s400/110.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212017320947979506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFTOI5JJlPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YBy7nWmTuEI/s400/111.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212017323926516610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFTOJEPSc4I/AAAAAAAAAkI/44EjjoCT93s/s400/112.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212017327662335378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFTOJSJ-hZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0sUeHIsDS6I/s400/113.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212019995261019250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFTQkjvEJHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/QA-aC5fXojM/s400/200.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212020421850337890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFTQ9Y54kmI/AAAAAAAAAkg/GYypifHtAxk/s400/201.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously don't know what Hong told mei that made her ask me those questions.&lt;br /&gt;Having to face him makes me so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I don't know lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-7216285125085662695?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7216285125085662695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=7216285125085662695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7216285125085662695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7216285125085662695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/spain-vs-sweden.html' title='spain vs sweden'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFS3_VFQmyI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3KxDzWR3V0Q/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3892684898739393942</id><published>2008-06-15T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:18:38.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spain vs russia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eyecandy post!&lt;br /&gt;So happy that they won 4-1.&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected ya know.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm watching the Spain-Sweden match now so.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;It's 1-1 now btw.&lt;br /&gt;Nando!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211686860837502386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFOhllTKPbI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BSYT03Gkjh4/s400/1.bmp" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211686876393573874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFOhmfQBDfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/M_4eVwIBSeA/s400/2.bmp" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211686884062254946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFOhm70X12I/AAAAAAAAAcI/UGOqmgiYY88/s400/3.bmp" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211686888702635010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFOhnNGubAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/K_IhqaPFnag/s400/4.bmp" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211686913041092674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; 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xdo profile! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211421142394743842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFKv6u9mLCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/kr0KCmTPpZE/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211422238387664962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFKw6h2q-EI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jK6jNIKsXyU/s400/j.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Soccer post tmr! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-1540666092825585580?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1540666092825585580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=1540666092825585580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1540666092825585580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1540666092825585580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/xdo-profile.html' title='xdo profile'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFKv6u9mLCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/kr0KCmTPpZE/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-1104458012081155041</id><published>2008-06-12T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:10:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;Been too lazy to blog lately. Well, it's not like I've anything interesting to blog about anyways. And I'm only blogging now because my game server is updating. -evil laugh-&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of my holiday lazing at home, apart from the 3 days spend in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've cooped myself at home for the past week plus,. I haven't really gotten much sleep. Time's pretty much screwed up if you ask me. Been sleeping at 5 6am and waking up at noon time. Argh. I'm still doing this despite classes starting already. What to do sia. Euros started. Haha. Guess I'll be a zombie for one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really been feeling to good lately. Have been coughing nonstop and I think I'll cough my lungs out already. My late nights are not helping much either. What to do? It's also the only time I can talk to F and &lt;em&gt;Cao&lt;/em&gt;. Ohoh. And Lisa mei too. Arghhh. Maybe I should go overseas and study too. Time difference won't be so much. Wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Dav and Lisa that day about going over to UK actually. We were like saying how nice it would be if we could all go together. Sigh. If only ehh..&lt;br /&gt;Guess I can only settle for webcaming with Dav till he comes back from his competition eh? Aww. Shucks lah. Only stupid kor is here now but he's always so busy looking for a job in sg. Grrr. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;}Random note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday's xdo event went pretty well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha, of course it will lah, hor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I planned it afterall. Thanks Niki, Ed, Xiang, Elaine and Hong's friends for making the time. Aha. I know it's damn last minute. Not I choose one also. Someone scared I'll run away mah. Ohwells. It still went pretty well lah. No thanks for laughing at me when I chose &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; song though. So evil. Hehehe. Okay. Happy. My xdo profile is like damn &lt;em&gt;chio&lt;/em&gt; now! I like! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210941675521004658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFD72Fq1VHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IqKJyh9n2no/s320/marry2.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210941115984585538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFD7VhO9I0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/24u6hZmZ_Pw/s320/marry.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;你说你很有信心追到我&lt;br /&gt;说要我等你飞过来然后在在一起&lt;br /&gt;你真的觉得我会等吗？&lt;br /&gt;等一个几个月回来一次的人&lt;br /&gt;四个月.. 真的好久哦&lt;br /&gt;说真的，我觉得是不太可能吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不会否认我一直在压抑对你的感觉&lt;br /&gt;你也一直问我心里到底在想什么&lt;br /&gt;我说了. 你也做不到.&lt;br /&gt;所以为何一直逼我说出来呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要你放下那里的一切过来这里生活，你肯吗？&lt;br /&gt;你根本都做不到啊&lt;br /&gt;或许&lt;em&gt;seiko&lt;/em&gt;说的对&lt;br /&gt;我们简直是两个不同世界的人&lt;br /&gt;为何要强求这些不可能的事呢？&lt;br /&gt;不要在浪费彼此的时间了，好吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I feel so fucking tied down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Maybe Takeshi was a better choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-1104458012081155041?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1104458012081155041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=1104458012081155041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1104458012081155041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1104458012081155041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SFD72Fq1VHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IqKJyh9n2no/s72-c/marry2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-14533136625837722</id><published>2008-06-04T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:22:57.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;}Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back to the hotel room after meeting up with Niki and Ed.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun crapping with them!&lt;br /&gt;Aww I'm so gonna miss you guys when I go back! :(&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh I so hope that I can go shopping with mei tmr before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh. Can we please arrange a group outing soon~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;TSR people!&lt;br /&gt;Friday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aww I'm hesitating actually.&lt;br /&gt;Seiko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;. If you ask me not to go ahead with it, I'll surely back out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Elaine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;sis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Wasdy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;kor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Niki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Poorbaby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;di  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Seiko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;}Confused!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been days since Hong said those things.&lt;br /&gt;Aww I really don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fly to Germany now lah. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Shucks I'm being ridiculous again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SIGH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-14533136625837722?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/14533136625837722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=14533136625837722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/14533136625837722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/14533136625837722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/marriage.html' title='marriage?'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-6654922950136114902</id><published>2008-06-01T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:21:33.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:230%;"&gt;CONFUSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can we both fall for him at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-6654922950136114902?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6654922950136114902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=6654922950136114902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6654922950136114902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6654922950136114902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8069533137346519022</id><published>2008-05-24T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:05:08.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Sadddddd. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei's gone all the way to KL to work and she didn't even inform me.&lt;br /&gt;Only got to know about it through Ed.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she wanted to surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. Ed told me so no surprise le.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. The thing is.&lt;br /&gt;All flew to KL leaving me alone here.&lt;br /&gt;Emo luhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Why hurrr!&lt;br /&gt;All come back here lah!&lt;br /&gt;Walao. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niki darling. Please take good care of yourself in KL! ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Damn random I know.&lt;br /&gt;But. Sighhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8069533137346519022?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8069533137346519022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8069533137346519022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8069533137346519022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8069533137346519022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-4712371424736057902</id><published>2008-05-23T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:50:29.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness &amp; jealousy</title><content type='html'>Hello all! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a rather good mood today so I shall blog abit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been helping daddy out at the office recently on the condition that he will pay for the repair of my laptop. Rather exhausting actually. Waking up at 7 every morning to go for class and then rushing back again to daddy's office to help him till 6 plus 7? I'll then spend the rest of my night gaming away till about 3am before sleeping for a couple of hours and the cycles starts all over again the next day. Sighhh. No life, I know. What to do? Ask me out lor people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even have the chance to meet or even talk to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; for the past week because he's in KL. Sighh. Can't make the trip up to Genting Highlands with Ed and Niki because of that too. :( Can't possibly ask me to just go ahead without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lightbulb&lt;/span&gt; rightttt. &gt;.&lt; Come back soon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loveeee&lt;/span&gt;! I'm going nuts already! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been feeling too good recently. Think I'm falling sick soon. Hahaha. Ohwells. Not feeling too good emotionally for some reason as well. Really tired of trying so hard when people don't even give a fuck. Maybe what Ed and PW suggested was right lor. I should just let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; rot and not bother anymore. When &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;realised that she's in the wrong, it'll all be too late. Ahh well. What to do? Some people are just like that lor. I guess believing that she will change or that things will change for the better might be wrong. A leopard never changes its spots. So I guess that she will still be a like that, be it 5, 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;But. It's easier said than done lah. Can I really just wash my hands off &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; like that? Sigh! What to do! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jC0awkketCM&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jC0awkketCM&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just admit that you're jealous please.&lt;br /&gt;Your hostile attitude is seriously getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. But having to face you now makes me so very tired.&lt;br /&gt;If you like him so much, feel free to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wish you all the best though I'm pretty sure you won't succeed.&lt;br /&gt;This character of yours are beginning to irk me, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;You never open your eyes big enough to look and observe what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;Time and again you step over the line and do things that push me away, resulting in us drifting apart.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Have you ever thought about how I'd feel with you doing all these?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so fucking tired lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-4712371424736057902?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4712371424736057902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=4712371424736057902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4712371424736057902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4712371424736057902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/happiness-jealousy.html' title='happiness &amp; jealousy'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-2876131804412704802</id><published>2008-05-19T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:38:42.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving up</title><content type='html'>I guess this is it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-2876131804412704802?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2876131804412704802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=2876131804412704802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2876131804412704802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2876131804412704802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/giving-up.html' title='giving up'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-668467044747304949</id><published>2008-05-16T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T05:32:14.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGH. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;do this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-heart breaks into many many pieces-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-668467044747304949?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/668467044747304949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=668467044747304949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/668467044747304949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/668467044747304949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/jealousy.html' title='jealousy'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-5456499463735256799</id><published>2008-05-16T01:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T05:34:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning and end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;}a beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank you &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For walking away from &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; when she approached you. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;}an ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I tried to do something about the friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I got ignored yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wonder why I bother at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I guess this is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-5456499463735256799?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5456499463735256799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=5456499463735256799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5456499463735256799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5456499463735256799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-and-friendship.html' title='beginning and end'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-4239704101943560070</id><published>2008-05-15T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:16:00.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted</title><content type='html'>Busybusybusy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had much time to myself since mothers' day on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously fking exhausted. =/&lt;br /&gt;I think I might collapse anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; say my blog's very dead, I shall blog abit today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mothers' day lunch at Gram's went surprisingly well.&lt;br /&gt;But I've to admit we really lack planning.&lt;br /&gt;Though the quality of the food have improved alot since last year, it's all carbo and the aunts are not too fond of it.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. We shall do better next year I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But it's tiring to wake up early in the morning to prepare the things luh.&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh. Baked cookies for mommy too.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me this 'wtf' look when I brought 'em to her.&lt;br /&gt;But at least she tried it lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;That's all that matters I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ling on monday to pass her cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mlx de &lt;/em&gt;say I &lt;em&gt;shun bian &lt;/em&gt;take some for her.&lt;br /&gt;It was a fresh batch okayyyy! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, caught "What happens in Vegas" together.&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Kutcher &amp;amp; Cameron Diaz are both effing hot I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was great.&lt;br /&gt;Though was a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; emo after watching.&lt;br /&gt;Makes one wonder when will you ever meet a person who's &lt;em&gt;perfect &lt;/em&gt;for you.&lt;br /&gt;Haha ohwells....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long long day on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Practically rushing here and there lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Was helping daddy with his work till 7pm okay!&lt;br /&gt;Can die already.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously don't have the chance to rest at all.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I asked to stay home after class today.&lt;br /&gt;Though I must say I slept throughout the IMS tutorial today. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;Long day again tmr I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get as much sleep as I can..&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna level up first lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;F ah F! Quick quick come and play with meeee. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How much more of your nonsense can I take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-4239704101943560070?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4239704101943560070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=4239704101943560070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4239704101943560070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4239704101943560070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/exhausted.html' title='exhausted'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3657876569687400204</id><published>2008-05-11T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:31:17.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>used</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;}edited.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fucking used by him.&lt;br /&gt;When she is not around..&lt;br /&gt;WAH. SO FUCKING NICE TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;But when she's at his place.&lt;br /&gt;TALK TO HIM ALSO NO REPLY.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I was STUPID to believe he meant anything he said.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently once bitten but twice NOT SHY.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking for trouble I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Shall be a bitch and ignore him already.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I CAN LAH.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHERE ARE YOU SKY! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3657876569687400204?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3657876569687400204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3657876569687400204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3657876569687400204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3657876569687400204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-woe.html' title='used'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-4428073823282023788</id><published>2008-05-10T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T02:46:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>qing a nerd</title><content type='html'>Dropped by dad's friend's place to get my eyes checked.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what.&lt;br /&gt;I need to wear glasses. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SCSaqFD_M3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/7DN6nXA9yxg/s400/DSC05082.JPG" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198449917596480370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Finally persuaded YK to play sdo with me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SCSaq1D_M4I/AAAAAAAAAag/oUH2zdEB-Hw/s400/best+partnership.jpg" border="3" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198449930481382274" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-4428073823282023788?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4428073823282023788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=4428073823282023788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4428073823282023788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4428073823282023788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/qing-nerd.html' title='qing a nerd'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SCSaqFD_M3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/7DN6nXA9yxg/s72-c/DSC05082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-17912599986977629</id><published>2008-05-09T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T02:30:33.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/icXRqXvq6GQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/icXRqXvq6GQ&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hiding at home the whole week playing sdo with Shishi and Niki.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. Not like I have anything better to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go out and play but there's no one to accompanyme.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. &lt;em&gt;Huairen! Come back soon leh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4 more days! Can't wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; asked me to date him.&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny I'm very tempted.&lt;br /&gt;But no commitment?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can stand for that.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. What to do? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-17912599986977629?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/17912599986977629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=17912599986977629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/17912599986977629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/17912599986977629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/been-hiding-at-home-whole-week-playing.html' title='sdo'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3660992106690956390</id><published>2008-05-03T01:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:46:05.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 minutes with fernando torres</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY I FOUND IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" src="http://player.youku.com/player.php/sid/XMjU5ODQ5ODA=" width="400" height="333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes with &lt;strong&gt;Fernando Torres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ten&lt;/u&gt; more days. I can do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3660992106690956390?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3660992106690956390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3660992106690956390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3660992106690956390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3660992106690956390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/30-minutes-with-fernando-torres.html' title='30 minutes with fernando torres'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8890311772587769209</id><published>2008-05-01T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:38:18.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shitload of things</title><content type='html'>It's been a rather dull week other than Jieying's birthday dinner on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Meant to blog after the dinner that night but I just don't feel right about using aunt's pc to blog. Argh. It's seriously stupid that I'm not able to blog when I'm in Singapore because she's always so &lt;em&gt;kaypo&lt;/em&gt; and wants to read my blog. Sigh. So fucking annoying lahhhh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer my old url but I can't change it back because she'll read and then bitch about me. Zzz. Just gets on my nerves. _l_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Jieying's birthday on monday at &lt;em&gt;sakura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy belated birthday, sweets! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195411959648224578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SBnPppymBUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-DWjLnIxzG0/s320/Photo0317.jpg" border="3" /&gt;There was only Ling, JY, Jackson and I as Nat wasn't able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously amazed with the amount of food Jackson ate.&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone as thin as him eat so much?&lt;br /&gt;Where does all the food go to?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I even have some photo evidence okay!&lt;br /&gt;Andddd. He's always eating the same thing till we stop him and then he'll switch to something else and does the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Hur hur! Too much raw food's not good.&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a tad too much of the sashimi as well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. We just stayed there from 730 to 10, leaving only when one of the waitress came and told us that they're closing for the night.&lt;br /&gt;Roamed around at cine though most of the shops are closed.&lt;br /&gt;We left around 1030 I think?&lt;br /&gt;It was fun though it was only for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195413303972988242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SBnQ35ymBVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/15gRTg4Q_uo/s400/DSC05041.JPG" border="3" /&gt;Kinda looking forward to the next outing with the gang already... :)&lt;br /&gt;}rest of the pictures can be found &lt;a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii1/intoxicatedlove-/Jieying%20birthday%2008/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195413961102984546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SBnReJymBWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/n3UU7C5Y498/s400/PROP080430-129-Chelsea_Liverpool.jpg" border="3" /&gt;SIGH. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We&lt;/em&gt; lost to &lt;s&gt;Chelski&lt;/s&gt; last night.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Just sucks so much lah.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to wake up and watch us lose.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna watch it with a &lt;s&gt;Chelski&lt;/s&gt; fan in the house too.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. Guess there's all we could do.&lt;br /&gt;If only we haven't given them the away goal advantage.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. If only.. =/&lt;br /&gt;I did wake up at half time to check the results though.&lt;br /&gt;It was 1-0 then.&lt;br /&gt;And when I woke up this morning..&lt;br /&gt;I thought I remembered seeing something about Nando scoring as well.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether it was a dream or what.&lt;br /&gt;But.. He did score~&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. But it's still useless.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of grabbing the chance and try to make something out of it, they concede another &lt;u&gt;two&lt;/u&gt; goals.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow &lt;em&gt;supersub's &lt;/em&gt;goal seems useless no matter how awesome it is.&lt;br /&gt;It just made the scoreline seem better.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't understand is why Rafa took off Nando so early into the ET though.&lt;br /&gt;Hamstring injury he say.&lt;br /&gt;Seems kinda weird to me, lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. What's over is over.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing in the match that I found hilarious was when Stevie pushed &lt;em&gt;that fucking &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;israeli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; away while trying to get the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195414351945008498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SBnR05ymBXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/AvlMGDc81lY/s400/PROP300408_023_Chelsea_Liverpool.jpg" border="3" /&gt;Aww.. Sucks to see Nando so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Omg.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EU3YdCe_2d0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EU3YdCe_2d0&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright!&lt;br /&gt;We shall go for both BPL &amp; CL trophies next season!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is Euro 08~&lt;br /&gt;Come on Spain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8890311772587769209?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8890311772587769209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8890311772587769209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8890311772587769209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8890311772587769209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/shitload-of-things.html' title='shitload of things'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SBnPppymBUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-DWjLnIxzG0/s72-c/Photo0317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-910967531507324293</id><published>2008-04-28T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:53:18.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poor nando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Awww. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194153405381477682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SBVXAJymBTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/L0TeWWUI9tA/s400/610x2bs5.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Nando. ):&lt;br /&gt;He's worked so hard this entire season and yet lost out on the 2 awards.&lt;br /&gt;Whyyyyy?!&lt;br /&gt;I can totally understand CRonaldo winning the PFA player of the year award.&lt;br /&gt;But how can Cesc get the PFA young player of the year?!&lt;br /&gt;Though he did alot better this season, but I seriously think Nando deserved it more lor.&lt;br /&gt;Omg I'm so pissed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;PFA Premier League Team of the Year:&lt;br /&gt;David James (Portsmouth), Bacary Sagna (Arsenal), Rio Ferdinand (Man Utd), Nemanja Vidic (Man Utd), Gael Clichy (Arsenal), Steven Gerrard (Liverpool), Cesc Fabregas (Arsenal), Cristiano Ronaldo (Man Utd), Ashley Young (Aston Villa), Emmanuel Adebayor (Arsenal), &lt;strong&gt;Fernando Torres&lt;/strong&gt; (Liverpool).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-910967531507324293?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/910967531507324293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=910967531507324293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/910967531507324293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/910967531507324293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/poor-nando.html' title='poor nando'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SBVXAJymBTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/L0TeWWUI9tA/s72-c/610x2bs5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3972784126169687147</id><published>2008-04-27T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T08:48:35.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senseless rantings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;}Football post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO RANT.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think this post will most probably be filled with profanities.&lt;br /&gt;So. You people can just ignore this post.&lt;br /&gt;Or, please don't comment on anything if you wanna read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mancs&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don't like the mancs, I'd very much rather they win tonight lah.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather mancs win the cup than &lt;em&gt;that fucking &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Israeli&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match was one fucked up shit alright!&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what the fuck is Ferguson thinking.&lt;br /&gt;CRonaldo on the bench?&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta be kidding me right?&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone rest him on the bench?&lt;br /&gt;It's just fucking stupid lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;He's like the top scorer of mancs and prolly the one who's holding 'em up.&lt;br /&gt;He must have felt really frustrated just now.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Stupid linesmen too.&lt;br /&gt;Totally on chels side lah!&lt;br /&gt;Flagging offside nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;And when they switch sides after the break, fucking gave chels a penalty.&lt;br /&gt;Omg seriously. Can Fifa fucking change the referees already!&lt;br /&gt;They're all getting so old and stupid that it's affecting all their judgements!&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh. If only mancs won...&lt;br /&gt;The chels morale will be bloody low....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pool&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I was too sleepy to watch the full game.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I think I would prolly throw the tv control into the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Riise.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking brainless ass.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he'll go knock his head against the wall or something.&lt;br /&gt;If not, can someone please shoot him?&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone score a fucking owngoal in the 90th minute?&lt;br /&gt;If not bad enough, the last 30 seconds of a game?&lt;br /&gt;He could have cleared the fucking ball with his leg.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he have to be sooo stupid to use his head.&lt;br /&gt;Useless pile of shit.&lt;br /&gt;I hope pool will sell him or something.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Just get rid of this fucker. =/&lt;br /&gt;Now chels just have to play defensive on wed and it's history for pool.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bunch of fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone let chels take the game back to Stamford Bridge?&lt;br /&gt;Unbeaten in 81 games at home.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. If mancs can't beat 'em, I think we can forget about a CL final already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pool&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Now Rafa is being stupid as well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't keep saying that you hope that Nando can break Van nistelrooy's record when you don't even wanna play him.&lt;br /&gt;2 games! 2 fucking league games left!&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Rest him for the chels game on wed?&lt;br /&gt;Pessimistic, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;But it's at fucking Stamford bridge.&lt;br /&gt;He's gotta be kidding me if he thinks he'll get a good result there.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh. Fucking senseless idiot!&lt;br /&gt;I hope pool loses tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Partly cuz I hope Birmingham don't get relegated.&lt;br /&gt;And secondly, not everyday is sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Winning at Craven Cottage with a reserve team doesn't mean you'll win again at St Andrew's Stadium tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Brum, please win!!!&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh. Fuck Peter Crouch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I thought that things will be different after I made my stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I guess the change was only temporary because you clearly don't get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What must I do to make you realise that I'm fucking unhappy with the way you're acting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Must I lose my temper everytime to get my point across to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Have it ever occurred to you that not everyone thinks the same way as you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It may be just pure fun to you, but it might be some serious stuff to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can lose my temper very easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But everytime this happens, I'll still try my best to bear with it because if I don't, it'll only strain this friendship even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm seriously fucking tired of the way you're acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why is it that you just don't understand how much it affects me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I really don't know what to say to you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You just don't get it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will delete this post when I feel more appeased. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3972784126169687147?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3972784126169687147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3972784126169687147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3972784126169687147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3972784126169687147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/senseless-rantings.html' title='senseless rantings'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-1488450696590801029</id><published>2008-04-26T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:40:41.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xiaobaixiaobai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEHE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193211269945361698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SBH-IpymBSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/g62_UnhO61c/s400/DSC04996.JPG" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ LOVE LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch after my class on Thursday. -&lt;em&gt;sorry for making you wait uhh&lt;/em&gt;!-&lt;br /&gt;Did &lt;i&gt;abit&lt;/i&gt; of shopping from Raffles City to Suntec. Played at the arcade before heading over to Funan. Hee. Got myself a &lt;i&gt;xiaobai&lt;/i&gt;. It's really cute and huggable lor. Right Yongzhe?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It was kinda tiring cuz I haven't shopped for so long in ages. In fact, I haven't walked into any other shopping mall other than cwp for the past two weeks! It was nice to go shopping like that once in a while. Though I didn't buy much that day..&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. I'm happy enough with my &lt;em&gt;xiaobai&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;Was completely knocked out by 1130 that night. Really tired lah. So tired that I forgot to set my alarm for the next morning.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I wasn't late for class! For once in 2 weeks. Thanks Ben for waking me up! Shall treat you to icecream when you're back! Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; don't forget the souvenirs hor! LOL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;17 days to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Alright. Now I can't wait for Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Madness with the &lt;em&gt;gang&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;}亲爱的, 这是爱情吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-1488450696590801029?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1488450696590801029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=1488450696590801029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1488450696590801029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1488450696590801029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/xiaobaixiaobai.html' title='xiaobaixiaobai'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SBH-IpymBSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/g62_UnhO61c/s72-c/DSC04996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-6260718116336027478</id><published>2008-04-22T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:52:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really been updating properly recently.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting to blog about anyway.. Maybe I should just delete my blog. HAHA. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Class have been really boring the past week. Apart from hanging out with &lt;strong&gt;Kav&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;YC&lt;/strong&gt;, I've been pretty antisocial. Don't really like the current modules especially IMS. Boring module and the lecturer is pretty umm.. &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt;. His idea of explaining in &lt;em&gt;simple english&lt;/em&gt; is to use &lt;em&gt;horribly broken english&lt;/em&gt;. Not exactly the kind of lecturer I have in mind. Was totally &lt;em&gt;OMG &lt;/em&gt;when he started teaching that day. Kinda full of &lt;em&gt;bull&lt;/em&gt; as well, saying the dumbest things in class. Seriously. I'll skip his lectures if I can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been in the best of moods lately.&lt;br /&gt;But, surprisingly, I haven't flared up or anything, yet. That is if you don't count the senseless quarrel I had with mom on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. Stuff happened and I'm trying to cope with them and not flare up. But seriously, I don't know how long more can I endure lah.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope to resolve everything asap. Though I must say it won't be easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I need to rant badly. You people can ignore the next part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#facfe4;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffdcee;"&gt;There are boudaries that I don't cross. But if the other party crosses it, I don't see the need to restrict myself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffdcee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm very disappointed in &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;. Damn fucking disappointed. What you said &lt;em&gt;hit&lt;/em&gt; me all of a sudden. No,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I did not expect this from you at all. I thought that you're different from them all. I thought that I could trust you and tell you things. In the end? All I got was &lt;em&gt;this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffdcee;"&gt;Just so fucking sudden, you know? Of all people, why you? Huh? Why do you have to be the one to betray my trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffdcee;"&gt;I guess they're right about you. You've changed. So much that I don't know you anymore. I seriously don't know if I can still talk to you and pretend that nothing happened. In fact. I don't even think I will be able to look you in the eye anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cae8ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;amp; you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cce6ff;"&gt;It's been &lt;u&gt;4 months&lt;/u&gt; since you got stuck in this &lt;em&gt;pit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cce6ff;"&gt;I've really run outta ideas to help you get out of it. Sometimes you just make me wonder whether do you even have the intention of crawling out of it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cce6ff;"&gt;I'm not mad at you. I can never get mad at you. I'm just disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cce6ff;"&gt;There are moments when if feels like you really tried. But it's only a while before you fall back in again. Falling deeper each time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cce6ff;"&gt;I've no more strength to support you, you know? I really can't do this anymore. It seems that no matter how much effort I put it, it's all for nothing because you're not helping yourself one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cce6ff;"&gt;You kept telling me you wanna crawl out of it. But have you really tried? I guess you're the only one who knows the answer. It's whether you want to or not, and not whether it's possible or not. Because it's evidently possible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cce6ff;"&gt;You can be warm and the &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt; to me in a matter of days. Why huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cce6ff;"&gt;You've never once let anyone of us get close enough to you. Your heart is always shut so tightly I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cce6ff;"&gt;It's exhausting trying to play catch-up with you. Yes, you may say that you slow down at times. But do you really think it's enough? Enough for the people around you to catch up with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cce6ff;"&gt;I feel like giving up. But there's always a part of me that tells me not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cce6ff;"&gt;Really hope that you'll be able to open up to us. I'll be waiting.. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;} All I wanna do now is to go out and enjoy myself thoroughly with my close friends..&lt;br /&gt;p/s: thanks &lt;strong&gt;Kav&lt;/strong&gt; dear for giving me a ride home today. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-6260718116336027478?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6260718116336027478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=6260718116336027478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6260718116336027478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6260718116336027478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/emotions.html' title='emotions'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-315828327979213675</id><published>2008-04-20T15:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:57:27.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;}Ling's tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;1528&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;165 ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;JB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drinks: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite breakfast: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;I don't take breakfast. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Not exactly swimming, but yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;I guess so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Uh huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Some of 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Messy. &amp;amp; I like it this way. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Laksa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Yeah, definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Not really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;I don't dance.. At least not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Jae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yell at: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you talk to someone you like: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss anyone: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;I don't know. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;carrotcake&lt;/em&gt; is not exactly an animal... =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;My unfinished jigsaw puzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Hate is a strong word. No one to that extend, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;1534&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms :&lt;br /&gt;Q:Is there a person who is on your mind right now: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you want children: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like your handwriting: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Acceptable I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;No one's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearing: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7pm yesterday: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Having dinner at Gram's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can't wait till: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;1st of May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you cry last: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;3 hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets: &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Somewhere out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;A little, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Doing this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;I don't know.. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Lynn, Jae and &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident? - &lt;span style="color:#ff85a7;"&gt;Sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS THIS TO 5 PEOPLE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Howe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, &lt;/em&gt;whoever's reading this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-315828327979213675?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/315828327979213675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=315828327979213675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/315828327979213675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/315828327979213675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/lings-tag.html' title='miscellaneous'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-313453654649991550</id><published>2008-04-19T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:27:53.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden urge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a sudden urge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SAjhbzdtnTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7F-pyzfcYss/s400/Corset_by_eloisemonteiro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190646438332046642" /&gt;To do a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corset_piercing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;corset piercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on my lower back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too fanciful though.&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple one like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SAjhqTdtnUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/LrQCABgQbl8/s400/Corset_Piercing_I_by_heruparkraat.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190646687440149826" /&gt;Or this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SAjhqjdtnVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fWwQkEu6Ra0/s400/6face39757b1dfbe.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190646691735117138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-313453654649991550?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/313453654649991550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=313453654649991550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/313453654649991550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/313453654649991550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/sudden-urge.html' title='sudden urge'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SAjhbzdtnTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7F-pyzfcYss/s72-c/Corset_by_eloisemonteiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-7208371418277715436</id><published>2008-04-18T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:46:13.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torres love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEHE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNpGcvTwGnQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tNpGcvTwGnQ&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190607762151546034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SAi-QjdtnLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DD9iJ8XuXpc/s400/55623_20080218-022-Liverpool_traini.jpg" border="2" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190607766446513346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SAi-QzdtnMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/CD_h4SGTqk0/s400/88660595tz4.png" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-7208371418277715436?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7208371418277715436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=7208371418277715436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7208371418277715436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/7208371418277715436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/torres-love.html' title='torres love'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SAi-QjdtnLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DD9iJ8XuXpc/s72-c/55623_20080218-022-Liverpool_traini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8688617806190464324</id><published>2008-04-17T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:43:08.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something..</title><content type='html'>I just saw &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; I wonder whether it means anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8688617806190464324?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8688617806190464324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8688617806190464324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8688617806190464324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8688617806190464324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/something.html' title='something..'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8004298392016458638</id><published>2008-04-15T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:46:52.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complications</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLOOO. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I woke up soooo early today when my class is in the afternoon, lah. &lt;em&gt;Thanks hur cousin! -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was out with &lt;strong&gt;Ling &lt;/strong&gt;last night for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ng was actually &lt;em&gt;on time,&lt;/em&gt; for once. Wahaha. Kinda surprised ehhh. =x&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. Had our dinner at foodcourt and &lt;strong&gt;JY&lt;/strong&gt; came and hung out a while.&lt;br /&gt;Got our bubbletea and roamed around CWP after dinner. I can't believe myself sometimes. Say wanna &lt;em&gt;jian fei&lt;/em&gt; in the end still drink bubbletea. Sinful lah!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;strong&gt;Ling &lt;/strong&gt;started dragging me into the various shops after &lt;strong&gt;JY&lt;/strong&gt; left. Really my &lt;em&gt;sun you&lt;/em&gt; alrights! Go out with her sure buy loads of things one. HAHA. ALways using the "&lt;em&gt;Qinggg&lt;/em&gt;" tone on me. OMG. =/&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess last night was still alright lah. Considering how the things weren't ex at all.&lt;br /&gt;CWP is seriously starting to bore me though. Think we walked around each floor at least &lt;u&gt;twice&lt;/u&gt; aights. So dumb lahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heng &lt;/em&gt;there's still the arcade around.. Played the Jurassic park game where you sit in the &lt;em&gt;car&lt;/em&gt; and take the gun to shoot at the dinosaurs. It's still alright lahhh. Not much thrill though. Still think HOTD4 is much more fun though..&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Roamed around the shops after playing and sorta bumped into &lt;strong&gt;Loo&lt;/strong&gt;. Wahaha. Couldn't recognise him lah! Lol ohwells. Walked around abit more to get some stuff and bumped into Ling's cousin too.&lt;br /&gt;Had some drinks at mac before cabbing home. Woo. &lt;em&gt;Heng&lt;/em&gt; aunt didn't nag this time. Hee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm getting kinda annoyed with &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;self-love&lt;/em&gt; is getting a tad too irritating in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just gets on my nerves, lahhh. How can anyone be so.... ARGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mom saw the pic I took with this &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; sometime ago and when dad asked a question (which I'm not gonna say what), and then mom answered saying, "walao. i hope not. so ugly lorrr."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Seriously. That's kinda sad cuz my mom don't usually make such comments about any friends of mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And the other thing is that I don't like people to get the wrong idea about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Especially it's matters concerning _____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Felt totally fked up that day lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Please lorrr. I seriously don't know why anyone would get such horrible ideas about this &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; and me lahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Like wtf can. Close friends on mine should know that this &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; is like, not my cup of tea lahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So, people, seriously, some things don't need to say also know one lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But to prevent anymore misunderstandings, I shall not go out with this &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Not that it's much of a loss anyway. Now that I'm getting kinda annoyed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AND. Not to forget. This &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; is soooo fucking s___ lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nono, not my type please, thank you very much.&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8004298392016458638?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8004298392016458638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8004298392016458638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8004298392016458638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8004298392016458638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/complications.html' title='complications'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-2860761541580735123</id><published>2008-04-14T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:32:43.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot and bored</title><content type='html'>OKAY. Please ignore the previous &lt;em&gt;wordy&lt;/em&gt; entry cuz it's just utter rubbish, lah. Wasn't in the best of moods lately. So frustrated that I wanna break something to appease myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. First day back in school. Class is relatively boring. Think it's prolly cuz the lecturer is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Manjit Singh&lt;/span&gt;. Never really liked him that much when I had him for OB in Dip. Ohwells. Just hope he won't be a tough nut to crack in Degree. Though &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; told me he's quite an ass and pretty darn demoralising - which I've experienced just now when he made us do the essay.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, what the heck. Don't really have the mood to think about school at the moment. Kinda stuck in my holiday mood. Heh. Just wanna sleep all day longggg. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. To digress abit.&lt;br /&gt;Pool-Rovers match last night. Heh. Rather boring but loads of eyecandy. Nando and Roque both scored. -Happy happy- Seeeee. My gut feelings' so far quite accurate lorr. Say they'll both score they really score. Ohwells. Andandand. It's Nando's 30th goal of the season. Awesome right? I really think he deserves the awards more than CR do. Ahhhh. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, wasn't really able to enjoy the first half of the match as I caught it at Gram's. Cousin was being a total pain in the ass. Seriouslyyy. Just being a complete retard and just trying to oppose us for nothing lahhh. So tempted to ___ him. Arghhhh. Whatever luh. I can be a bitch too. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I gotta go prepare for dinner with &lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;. Wahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-2860761541580735123?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2860761541580735123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=2860761541580735123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2860761541580735123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2860761541580735123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/hot-and-bored.html' title='hot and bored'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-6493591742305687264</id><published>2008-04-14T06:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:00:56.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>partnership</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188868424950717602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SAKQVzdtnKI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uH8jBsUVTOo/s400/2409990029_3c03caa245.jpg" border="2" /&gt;AWWW. SO CUTE. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee thanks &lt;a href="http://sakuranotoki.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sakuranotoki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-6493591742305687264?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6493591742305687264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=6493591742305687264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6493591742305687264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/6493591742305687264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/partnership.html' title='partnership'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/SAKQVzdtnKI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uH8jBsUVTOo/s72-c/2409990029_3c03caa245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3425571248059717035</id><published>2008-04-14T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:45:02.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGH. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a horrible horrible week.&lt;br /&gt;Was stuck at home for most of the week and had a couple of quarrels with mom.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Just so fking mad, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I could enjoy my last week of break before going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;But was only out on Tues night and Thurs afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Add the amount of time I was out on both days together also not more than 5 hours lah!&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. Wtf, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Just sucks to be at home during my break lahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Had so much plans last week. But in the end? SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can give up on trying to go to Sentosa already lah.&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking about going there since Dec?&lt;br /&gt;And I've been &lt;em&gt;pangseh-ed&lt;/em&gt; by God knows how many people already.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya. To hell with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;DON'T&lt;br /&gt;WANNA&lt;br /&gt;GO&lt;br /&gt;ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. It's so fking pointless for me to keep asking people whether they wanna go or not.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in the end.. Still &lt;i&gt;kena pangseh-ed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WASTE OF TIME ONLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I just can't help getting soooo mad when A im-ed me that day luh.&lt;br /&gt;SO FKING RUDE CAN?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever luh.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANNA HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH HIM ANYMORE. _l_&lt;br /&gt;Stuff returned already.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, I guess some friendship are to be given up lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELLS.&lt;br /&gt;Class starting tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3425571248059717035?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3425571248059717035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3425571248059717035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3425571248059717035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3425571248059717035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-8443345301938562545</id><published>2008-04-10T07:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:25:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;loysius Ng Kit Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're worthy to even be called a &lt;u&gt;friend&lt;/u&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;You're so fucking heartless it just makes me so mad.&lt;br /&gt;So mad that I'd actually travel to P&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; to give your little &lt;strong&gt;whore&lt;/strong&gt; a slap in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, &lt;/em&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-8443345301938562545?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8443345301938562545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=8443345301938562545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8443345301938562545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/8443345301938562545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/fucker.html' title='fucker'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-1804312225658848993</id><published>2008-04-07T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:15:48.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>affected</title><content type='html'>Why am I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so affected by &lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt; words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm wavering for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;If it was 2 years ago, I know I'd waver for sure.&lt;br /&gt;But now? I thought I've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe. Some part of me still can't let you go.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really afraid that if I were to open up to you again, I'd get hurt another time.&lt;br /&gt;It all seem to be a neverending cycle.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much we still care for each other, we're just not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 year and 4 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's how long I took to get over &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-1804312225658848993?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1804312225658848993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=1804312225658848993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1804312225658848993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/1804312225658848993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/affected.html' title='affected'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-5707769614827723428</id><published>2008-04-07T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:08:27.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time</title><content type='html'>}This is the first time..&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I won't deny I still miss A. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Had a nice but awkward chat with D just now.&lt;br /&gt;Guess there are things that never change hur.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why but there was a weird feeling. =/&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mei for going through &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;with me. Helped me to open up and tell him some stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;Though part of me still cared, there'll always be this fear that I'll get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wish to take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it took me so long to get over him.&lt;br /&gt;It'll kill me to go through everything again, luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Sw2ga0bp1k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Sw2ga0bp1k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;OKAY. I'm feeling.. Fucking frustrated now.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand.. Why is it so hard for me to like someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Why is there always &lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt; around to screw things up for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And why must that person always be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Why do you always make things difficult for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I know that you're not interested, but can you guarantee that your flirtatious nature would not indirectly make &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; fall for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Yes, I'm too serious when it comes to certain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm not natural enough in front of the guy I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Your flirtatious attitude just made everything worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And in the end, I always let go because &lt;u&gt;you are my friend&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm so fucking tired, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-5707769614827723428?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5707769614827723428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=5707769614827723428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5707769614827723428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/5707769614827723428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-time.html' title='first time'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-2230793587258847787</id><published>2008-04-05T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:04:43.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three's a crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;}three's a crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185417411840786242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R_ZNqZzlP0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/A5Rbu-lExiY/s400/gdgdfgdfgdfdf.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I have absolutely nothing to blog about. Just feeling kinda frustrated and wanna rant abit. Nono I'm not gonna rant here. Too many people know this url already.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. Thanks mei and buddies for lending me a listening ear yah.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't feel so good. And I don't know how I'm gonna express my displeasure now cuz the last time I voiced out, things didn't go too well.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I need something to relieve this pressure mannnn. Maybe a back piece or ankle piece might take that pain away? =/&lt;br /&gt;Andddd. I hate weekends now. Aunt's being so fking annoying and wouldn't stop her nonsensical shites. All she does is talk about helping to relieve &lt;u&gt;their&lt;/u&gt; stress. But have she ever thought about who's gonna help me relieve my stress huh? Absolutely retarded okay.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I have a low threshold of stress too okayyyy. _l_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Howe don't be annoying please! Hahaha. You can slowly go through &lt;a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii1/intoxicatedlove-/Birthday%2008/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my birthday photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and make a guess. lol :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/sandykwa"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friendster link!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-2230793587258847787?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2230793587258847787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=2230793587258847787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2230793587258847787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/2230793587258847787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/threes-crowd.html' title='Three&apos;s a crowd'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/R_ZNqZzlP0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/A5Rbu-lExiY/s72-c/gdgdfgdfgdfdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-4269537400693883218</id><published>2008-04-04T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:13:12.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random bullshits</title><content type='html'>OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;Had a rather tiring week cuz of my stupid law and econs papers. So darn glad that they're finally over. Not gonna give two hoots about my results for now. Bloody waste of my last time to think about them don't y'all think so?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Had a pretty darn good rest at home yesterday. Not that it's enough though. Still wanna sleep somemore to make up for all the lost time. Think another week of rest should suffice? Haha. Maybe I'm just plain lazy luh. Don't really have the mood to go out anymore thanks to &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;though. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Shall digress abit and talk about some happier things instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;Went out to PS in the evening with daddy and kor to get dad's phone to the service center. Wanted to shop abit to get some piano scores from Yamaha but dad was hungry so we headed to Central @ Clarke Quay for dinner after dropping the phone off at Samsung. ):&lt;br /&gt;Kor recommended eating at &lt;u&gt;Waraku&lt;/u&gt;. Said that the food's not bad or something. And that don't have much of a queue. Don't know whether it's cuz we're &lt;i&gt;suay&lt;/i&gt; or what, but there was a queue luh. Not long, but I just don't like to wait ya know..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the food's not exactly fantastic but still not bad luh. Eaten better Jap food at some place else before so.. Yep. :)&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to the airport after that as daddy needed to get uncle's car and drive back to JB for him. Spent some time at Coffee Bean with them before leaving. Didn't really do much 'cept drinking my coffee at one corner as I was feeling tired and them talking about business stuff just bore me to death. &lt;em&gt;Entertainer&lt;/em&gt; was too busy to reply my texts also. Sad luhhhh. :(&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at exactly 12 just now and came online to rant to sis about some stuff. Haa thanks sis for listening to my rantings everytime luhhhh. And &lt;em&gt;entertainer&lt;/em&gt; seriously don't entertain me anymore lahhhh. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post's getting kinda nonsensical if I do say so myself. Getting kinda braindead already and buddy's trying to dig something about me. Stuff concerning *&lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;. Darn funny luh. Haiyo. Think my clues are damn clear le cannnn. Haiyooo. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh. 'pool got a draw with the gunners at Emirates stadium that day. Super exciting match luh. Now I have the confidence in them. Pretty sure they'll win in Anfield and my darling Nando's gonna score again.. Woots. :) So looking forward to the next game now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I shall end this post as I think I pretty much used up my brain juice lah.&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTY DARLINGS. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Counting down - 3 more weeks. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't want you to leave luhh!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-4269537400693883218?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4269537400693883218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=4269537400693883218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4269537400693883218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/4269537400693883218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-bullshits.html' title='Random bullshits'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3312958938758186759</id><published>2008-03-31T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:01:31.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag by ling</title><content type='html'>1. If your lover betrayed you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Betray him back! Wahaha. No lah. Depends on who he is I guess. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Reject him lorr.&lt;br /&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Wahaha. Grand grand! Like a princess'.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you planning ur future?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In terms of career, I guess so?&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your ideal lover's height?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; 180+!&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Loving someone.&lt;br /&gt;7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Hmm. Depends on who.&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, would you wait?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Depends on who it is. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like this time is an exception!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do u want most in life?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; A good career and a happy family I guess?&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is the most important to u now?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; No one special I guess. Friends lor.&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of person am I?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Good question..&lt;br /&gt;12.If the person you secretly like cannot recognise you, what would you do/how would you react?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Hahaha. Don't know. Be emo?&lt;br /&gt;13. Would u be devoted in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Hmm. I guess so. =/&lt;br /&gt;14. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Depends on who they are.&lt;br /&gt;15. What types of friends u prefer?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; True ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 8 people are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOPHIE! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Alan.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;Lynn.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;Howe.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;YOU! The one reading this! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3312958938758186759?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3312958938758186759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3312958938758186759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3312958938758186759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3312958938758186759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag-by-ling.html' title='Tag by ling'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074796189681173309.post-3774404103935223768</id><published>2008-03-29T01:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T03:17:14.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Happy 21st, loverboy. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohman. Everyone's like trying to talk me out of extending it. =/&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they just don't understand what I really want? Think mei's the only one whom I can talk to about all these. OKAY. I know everyone's concerned lah. But trust me, I'm fine and I know what I'm doing. I know when to stop and I won't go overboard one lahhh. :) People! Stop nagging lah k! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been losing my temper really easily these days. Don't know whether it's the lack of sleep or what. Or maybe it's just my exams. Just don't feel too good, lah.&lt;br /&gt;Threw a huge fit on Wednesday because daddy decided to heed aunt's advice and sell my car away. Argh. I don't see how this makes my life anymore normal than it is now. Like seriously. Other 19 year olds not owning a car doesn't mean that it's not normal to own one lor.&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is that so called normal life she's always talking about anyway? _l_&lt;br /&gt;Trashed my lappy earlier this morning. Was so pissed off cuz sis was screaming nonstop and that sort of woke me up. Decided to grab my lappy and finish typing the rest of my CL stuff and while I was walking downstairs, she started screaming again. Got so ticked I slammed it on the table. Think that's what caused my lcd screen to crack. Arghhhh. 1300+ for the repairs please! How not to spoil my mood for the rest of the week huh. Just sucks you know. So wanna throw more things and break them all. =/&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. And I seriously felt like fuck when daddy came back from KL just now. It's bad enough I trashed another laptop, and now he has to be soooo nice as to get me snacks and stuff from KL. How not to feel guilty ah? And he's being very nice and everything, asking me whether I wanna go over to Aussie to look for bestie and take a break. Ahhhh. Just don't feel good you know!&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to be a good girl and take in as much students as I can to get my lappy fixed asap and to earn the money myself for the trip to Aussie. :) Gonna keep my fingers crossed that mom would allow me to go too. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this entry seriously have zero entertainment value okay. Just purely rantings cuz I really need to get some shits off my chest. And maybe to take my mind off my stupid econs notes too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Why do I feel like shit when I read all those things?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8074796189681173309-3774404103935223768?l=pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3774404103935223768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8074796189681173309&amp;postID=3774404103935223768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3774404103935223768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8074796189681173309/posts/default/3774404103935223768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieces-ofmybrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Qing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HMY4777WHk/S4LzQoCev_I/AAAAAAAABBY/yjztlBV9cTc/S220/princessqing_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
