<?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-8695657516705157370</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:28:17.519+08:00</updated><category term='pics'/><category term='olympics fever'/><category term='pmr'/><category term='advises'/><category term='badminton'/><category term='exams'/><category term='random'/><category term='lee chong wei'/><category term='scholarship'/><category term='school'/><category term='pasir ulu'/><category term='PASCA pmr'/><category term='apologies'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='tags'/><category term='job'/><category term='ISCF'/><category term='Soccer CCA'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='short hair'/><category term='piano exams'/><category term='ppl leaving =('/><category term='guitar'/><category term='journey through my ♥'/><title type='text'>The Journey Through My ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6800184700603671565</id><published>2012-02-06T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T01:44:47.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZvQOy9KCzBk/Ty6__KTgoUI/AAAAAAAAArM/QJCLyhHMCmA/tumblr_lvf5bd4e2d1qaobbko1_500%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="419" height="278"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i’ll never find another you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-6800184700603671565?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6800184700603671565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=6800184700603671565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6800184700603671565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6800184700603671565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2012/02/ill-never-find-another-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZvQOy9KCzBk/Ty6__KTgoUI/AAAAAAAAArM/QJCLyhHMCmA/s72-c/tumblr_lvf5bd4e2d1qaobbko1_500%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-3490211920177171010</id><published>2011-11-11T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:42:43.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/11/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; First of all, i don’t believe in any of this ‘its-11.11-make-a-wish-and-it-will-come-true’ kind of thing. Everytime i did this with someone i have always prayed about something i wanted instead of wishing for it. nevertheless, its a pretty date today!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="tumblr_lna6nf95Bt1qaobbko1_500" border="0" alt="tumblr_lna6nf95Bt1qaobbko1_500" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vQlyMUSnbjA/Trv_ABI65tI/AAAAAAAAArE/teDkmBs437k/tumblr_lna6nf95Bt1qaobbko1_500%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="398" height="267"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;trying my best but a part of my heart refuses to let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-3490211920177171010?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3490211920177171010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=3490211920177171010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3490211920177171010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3490211920177171010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html' title='11/11/11'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vQlyMUSnbjA/Trv_ABI65tI/AAAAAAAAArE/teDkmBs437k/s72-c/tumblr_lna6nf95Bt1qaobbko1_500%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1250416609472201915</id><published>2011-10-11T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:34:30.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to how it started</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="tumblr_lpk0bqvLRB1qaobbko1_500" border="0" alt="tumblr_lpk0bqvLRB1qaobbko1_500" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-B8NoII7f5-8/TpRiBDWG2_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/ZfYnmihCZnE/tumblr_lpk0bqvLRB1qaobbko1_500%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="290" height="198"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;If you were going to walk out of my life, at least set me free&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1250416609472201915?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1250416609472201915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1250416609472201915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1250416609472201915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1250416609472201915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-to-how-it-started.html' title='Back to how it started'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-B8NoII7f5-8/TpRiBDWG2_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/ZfYnmihCZnE/s72-c/tumblr_lpk0bqvLRB1qaobbko1_500%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-5823193834476275616</id><published>2011-10-07T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:35:35.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without you I'll be miserable at best</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tumblr_lnyn28OCsr1qaobbko1_500" border="0" alt="tumblr_lnyn28OCsr1qaobbko1_500" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-J5yczw7QvmM/To5zhczKatI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Jy4naA18d_o/tumblr_lnyn28OCsr1qaobbko1_500%25255B4%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="340" height="228"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;And this will be the first time in a week&lt;br&gt;That I'll talk to you&lt;br&gt;And I can't speak&lt;br&gt;Been three whole days since I've had sleep&lt;br&gt;'Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek&lt;br&gt;And I got the point that I should leave you alone&lt;br&gt;But we both know that I'm not that strong&lt;br&gt;And I miss the lips that made me fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-5823193834476275616?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5823193834476275616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=5823193834476275616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5823193834476275616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5823193834476275616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/10/without-you-i-be-miserable-at-best.html' title='without you I&amp;#39;ll be miserable at best'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-J5yczw7QvmM/To5zhczKatI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Jy4naA18d_o/s72-c/tumblr_lnyn28OCsr1qaobbko1_500%25255B4%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4880671980773570678</id><published>2011-10-05T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:35:39.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5q8FnOl9V1g/TowIqhsxgMI/AAAAAAAAAqw/-rtHrTl6WQY/s1600-h/tumblr_ldkhg4ZdlZ1qdqv28o1_500%25255B5%25255D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-H1QIoLbKTuE/TowIrfuzJuI/AAAAAAAAAq0/_TiXcagDI7o/tumblr_ldkhg4ZdlZ1qdqv28o1_500_thumb%25255B3%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="354" height="113"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4880671980773570678?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4880671980773570678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4880671980773570678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4880671980773570678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4880671980773570678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='Sometimes…'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-H1QIoLbKTuE/TowIrfuzJuI/AAAAAAAAAq0/_TiXcagDI7o/s72-c/tumblr_ldkhg4ZdlZ1qdqv28o1_500_thumb%25255B3%25255D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-689627391662728861</id><published>2011-10-04T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:39:33.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its just a matter of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="tumblr_lnieqfqurG1qaobbko1_500" border="0" alt="tumblr_lnieqfqurG1qaobbko1_500" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9i9LbJ6HpdE/Tovi6fTzBJI/AAAAAAAAAqs/2bW7iSl9TuU/tumblr_lnieqfqurG1qaobbko1_500%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="307" height="215"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m an hour&amp;nbsp; away from reaching the age of 18, sneaking a few minutes from studying time for tomorrow to take a break here heh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remember when i was 16 watching people around me turn 18 and being grateful that I wasn’t 18 yet and promised myself to enjoy myself before i turned that ‘old’. Now i’m just an hour away from it i feel that time has really passed so fast and maybe sometimes i haven’t made full use of it, but there were so many good memories in the past two years. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To be honest increasingly and especially this year i start to find birthdays so pointless because what does it mean to celebrate your birthday? remember the mark of the day you were born into existence and so? Maybe its meaningful so that you know who really cares about you. i dunno. my thoughts now are so unorganized i don’t even bother to punctuate my sentences properly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Most importantly what does it mean to grow older? just because i’m going to be 18, doesn’t mean my problems go away, doesn’t mean my flaws in my character disappear, doesn’t mean my broken relationships with people i care so much about would magically heal, doesn’t mean…. you get the point.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i really wonder how much of all this ‘learning' i did this year in terms of knowing more of myself and the people around me and human nature and relationships in general really would contribute to making me a better person or living a better life. Even if i do become a better person or have a better life, what does it mean? I don’t contribute to anybody around me and even if i do, what does it even mean? i’m really at a point where i doubt the purpose of my existence, i know i’m here for something just that i don’t know what it is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;on to things about relationships, i realized that it is something so complex and fragile, do something wrong and someone gets hurt. care too much and things happen, care too little and things happen, and the thing is we never know how much to care because we don’t know how much or how little is just right. I guess the people that you manage to stay in a relationship are those who are willing to look past the mistakes you make in the relationship and value you more than anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have a task at hand that i’m sure that i will be unable to achieve, yet i must try because if water can make a hole through stone one day i will be able to move your heart. its just that i don’t know how much am i giving up for you yet i want to give up everything for you. i wonder why it is so hard and so complex to understand relationship and emotions. sometimes people want to die for you yet you can’t accept them into your life, and sometimes when you try so hard to make someone understand you care, yet they don’t accept you in their life. weird. thats life i guess, something we can never fully comprehend. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have a birthday wish which i know i would not come true anyway, short of a miracle. so really what is the point of having a birthday?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyway i’ve finished all my ramblings that i want to spit out from my mind, going to take a bath and sleep. and hope tomorrow i wake up and something will make me feel happy truly, although i doubt that it would happen, as you can see from how i think about the pointlessness of birthdays.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day there will be a person who will hold the broken pieces of my heart and tell me that it is everything she ever wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-689627391662728861?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/689627391662728861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=689627391662728861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/689627391662728861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/689627391662728861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-just-matter-of-time.html' title='its just a matter of time'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9i9LbJ6HpdE/Tovi6fTzBJI/AAAAAAAAAqs/2bW7iSl9TuU/s72-c/tumblr_lnieqfqurG1qaobbko1_500%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-2376726826034847069</id><published>2011-09-27T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:50:44.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i can do for now is smile bitterly at myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="tumblr_lr1uctTPRy1qaobbko1_500" border="0" alt="tumblr_lr1uctTPRy1qaobbko1_500" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-b9PQ5jlOnI0/TosdQ_K6jXI/AAAAAAAAAqo/UlUeK7nC-jc/tumblr_lr1uctTPRy1qaobbko1_5001.jpg?imgmax=800" width="326" height="223"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;but I see the light, I see the hope and I believe in miracles. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-2376726826034847069?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2376726826034847069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=2376726826034847069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2376726826034847069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2376726826034847069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-i-can-do-for-now-is-smile-bitterly.html' title='All i can do for now is smile bitterly at myself'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-b9PQ5jlOnI0/TosdQ_K6jXI/AAAAAAAAAqo/UlUeK7nC-jc/s72-c/tumblr_lr1uctTPRy1qaobbko1_5001.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1783191298233138831</id><published>2011-09-27T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T02:41:01.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ve never heard silence quite this loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="3968539446_7d551dd2ea_z" border="0" alt="3968539446_7d551dd2ea_z" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-nXHugXFAPDg/ToDHPJZOivI/AAAAAAAAAqY/cRtMtEFwOF0/3968539446_7d551dd2ea_z%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="358" height="246"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;我们到底要冷静多久？&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1783191298233138831?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1783191298233138831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1783191298233138831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1783191298233138831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1783191298233138831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-never-heard-silence-quite-this-loud.html' title='I’ve never heard silence quite this loud'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-nXHugXFAPDg/ToDHPJZOivI/AAAAAAAAAqY/cRtMtEFwOF0/s72-c/3968539446_7d551dd2ea_z%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6696073768192435527</id><published>2011-09-25T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:45:21.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I see you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 1" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xzxvR7JIX3I/Tn6YLShrEeI/AAAAAAAAApg/3TRNLHFCEjI/Rapunzel%2525201%25255B18%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 2" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KJwL-uyuMNE/Tn6YM_M260I/AAAAAAAAApk/GDd97Q5Am24/Rapunzel%2525202%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 3" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7Svulw_W-ZU/Tn6YN27HDaI/AAAAAAAAApo/vsWJMPtHyW4/Rapunzel%2525203%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 4" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 4" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pHxk7_h9pSE/Tn6YOqy7vAI/AAAAAAAAAps/kB6KrEkf_fk/Rapunzel%2525204%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 5" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 5" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-poql3Im2JSI/Tn6YPVUDt5I/AAAAAAAAApw/l9Ost8wTFuU/Rapunzel%2525205%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 6" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 6" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jr05KjpBI2U/Tn6YQCuM_EI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xt5N6EDMrVY/Rapunzel%2525206%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 8" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 8" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_d5cbckU7pU/Tn6YQwz_G9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/STawsEKtr88/Rapunzel%2525208%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 7" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 7" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Ql86dVwBMfY/Tn6YRYeZxCI/AAAAAAAAAp8/CKJ6-yD6ty4/Rapunzel%2525207%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 10" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 10" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-5dzu8LoO7WY/Tn6YSOrf0pI/AAAAAAAAAqA/FCBzyoREpjs/Rapunzel%25252010%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 9" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 9" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-57EpRvWPwzw/Tn6YS4dhM3I/AAAAAAAAAqE/L4vaumxNcys/Rapunzel%2525209%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 11" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 11" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1sU1Ieb52yA/Tn6YTtoHUUI/AAAAAAAAAqI/cSv3vkYgt2A/Rapunzel%25252011%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Rapunzel 12" border="0" alt="Rapunzel 12" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-t4F40Y0cEm4/Tn6YUrdPEcI/AAAAAAAAAqM/oNO3n5OXWQo/Rapunzel%25252012%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="236"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Really one of the best scenes I’ve seen in a while. Wonder how much thought and effort went into the movie and this scene in particular. Loved the lanterns!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my new dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-6696073768192435527?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6696073768192435527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=6696073768192435527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6696073768192435527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6696073768192435527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/now-that-i-see-you.html' title='Now that I see you'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xzxvR7JIX3I/Tn6YLShrEeI/AAAAAAAAApg/3TRNLHFCEjI/s72-c/Rapunzel%2525201%25255B18%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7589434913667660573</id><published>2011-09-24T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T11:23:17.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-r9p7-fewOcQ/Tn1NI9J-OOI/AAAAAAAAApc/cdQhTnSY8CI/tumblr_li7obhEINX1qaobbko1_500%25255B10%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="400" height="295"&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7589434913667660573?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7589434913667660573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7589434913667660573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7589434913667660573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7589434913667660573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone like you'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-r9p7-fewOcQ/Tn1NI9J-OOI/AAAAAAAAApc/cdQhTnSY8CI/s72-c/tumblr_li7obhEINX1qaobbko1_500%25255B10%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7028698673357995015</id><published>2011-09-23T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:45:30.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your smile will never fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HKaotDVCGeo/Tnx_aPklCrI/AAAAAAAAApU/QQc09Lq4dnI/tumblr_lrs2wt9V821qaobbko1_400%25255B6%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="277" height="140"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;So exams are coming soon and I’m coping with the stress so far. Things are likely to get more and more intense from here. There is one thing more important to me however that I’m going to find out but I don’t really expect a good outcome. Fingers crossed and looking to the future.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please just let me break down your walls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7028698673357995015?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7028698673357995015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7028698673357995015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7028698673357995015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7028698673357995015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-smile-will-never-fade.html' title='Your smile will never fade'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HKaotDVCGeo/Tnx_aPklCrI/AAAAAAAAApU/QQc09Lq4dnI/s72-c/tumblr_lrs2wt9V821qaobbko1_400%25255B6%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4996970068002040456</id><published>2011-09-21T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:46:31.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ll rather wear honest tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MBV43mpZlZ8/TnjVwt0Ju9I/AAAAAAAAApY/yqfOUfN4j-Y/tumblr_ll33vfAEpQ1qaobbko1_500%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="349" height="231"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-9MkBhnU5EI8/TnjVymX6cHI/AAAAAAAAApI/pWl4o8NDnyw/tumblr_lm0zgiCQle1qaobbko1_500%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" height="222"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zPIP94QGhrc/TnjVzvAkZDI/AAAAAAAAApM/jfHKwyjU-HA/tumblr_lr1an4C3mx1qe49wpo1_500%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="341" height="243"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RbzmpZ8Hg0w/TnjV0X8UHCI/AAAAAAAAApQ/0jGYImaoBdg/tumblr_llv56945y71qaobbko1_500%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="341" height="227"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4996970068002040456?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4996970068002040456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4996970068002040456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4996970068002040456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4996970068002040456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/ill-rather-wear-honest-tears.html' title='I’ll rather wear honest tears'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MBV43mpZlZ8/TnjVwt0Ju9I/AAAAAAAAApY/yqfOUfN4j-Y/s72-c/tumblr_ll33vfAEpQ1qaobbko1_500%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7927288712959860211</id><published>2011-09-15T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:15:09.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are still beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TZoo9DHr4mk/TnDS2LEX6jI/AAAAAAAAAo8/0VcG1T1eKdo/tumblr_ll33rztuYB1qaobbko1_500%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="475" height="257"&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7927288712959860211?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7927288712959860211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7927288712959860211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7927288712959860211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7927288712959860211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-are-still-beautiful.html' title='you are still beautiful'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TZoo9DHr4mk/TnDS2LEX6jI/AAAAAAAAAo8/0VcG1T1eKdo/s72-c/tumblr_ll33rztuYB1qaobbko1_500%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4533317048566757475</id><published>2011-09-14T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:35:46.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if its not me you’re smiling at</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cinm9YqsUlM/TnCflsQTqyI/AAAAAAAAAo0/LjsbIPs2ftA/s1600-h/smile%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="you are beautiful. especially when you smile." border="0" alt="you are beautiful. especially when you smile." src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-txYCx1ABM_E/TnCfn5xecwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/z7WP55GDyjQ/smile_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" height="271"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4533317048566757475?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4533317048566757475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4533317048566757475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4533317048566757475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4533317048566757475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/even-if-its-not-me-youre-smiling-at.html' title='Even if its not me you’re smiling at'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-txYCx1ABM_E/TnCfn5xecwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/z7WP55GDyjQ/s72-c/smile_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-2863282509282556767</id><published>2011-09-13T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:52:23.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You’re all I had</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Sxd-6UechLc/Tm9D1c9m3KI/AAAAAAAAAow/SnWKX_hdwEA/1315885675_438655786%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="339" height="452"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Does it even matter anymore?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-2863282509282556767?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2863282509282556767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=2863282509282556767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2863282509282556767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2863282509282556767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/youre-all-i-had.html' title='You’re all I had'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Sxd-6UechLc/Tm9D1c9m3KI/AAAAAAAAAow/SnWKX_hdwEA/s72-c/1315885675_438655786%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7458464784395556561</id><published>2011-09-03T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T02:36:49.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>캐롤린</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-oqb9NX3Ldu8/TmEiPPBmtUI/AAAAAAAAAog/9U_fllR4_xU/s1600-h/bestie%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="bestie" border="0" alt="bestie" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bKuI5TeLOmo/TmEiPw_Bn_I/AAAAAAAAAok/J3pDOWQFX0Y/bestie_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="71"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7458464784395556561?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7458464784395556561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7458464784395556561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7458464784395556561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7458464784395556561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='캐롤린'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bKuI5TeLOmo/TmEiPw_Bn_I/AAAAAAAAAok/J3pDOWQFX0Y/s72-c/bestie_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1719372669107148804</id><published>2011-09-01T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:01:13.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight from the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xHycKTaLfGg/Tl5ojph0W1I/AAAAAAAAAoc/keFgEEFAEqU/DSC00116%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="316" height="237"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;To all the teachers, happy teacher’s day! Thank you for constantly and selflessly putting in your time and effort into making us students brighter and better people! Thank you for your endless dedication and patience for us. Thank you for your guidance throughout our lives. Thank you for simply existing in our lives! In one way or another, every teacher has made an impact in my life, and I am so grateful for all my teachers. So straight from the heart, thank you for everything, that I honestly don’t deserve. Happy Teacher’s Day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1719372669107148804?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1719372669107148804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1719372669107148804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1719372669107148804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1719372669107148804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/straight-from-heart.html' title='Straight from the heart'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xHycKTaLfGg/Tl5ojph0W1I/AAAAAAAAAoc/keFgEEFAEqU/s72-c/DSC00116%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-8065433504687915881</id><published>2011-08-31T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:43:18.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“At this moment, I feel that…without you, I might die”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6dD8snAOYa4/Tl0shLFqm8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/95oHXxip-tY/DSC01288e%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="233" height="311"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;start-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The stars gave a slight glimmer to the otherwise dark and glum night. The previous delicate drizzle of raindrops had stopped, providing a slight twist of moisture in the otherwise waterless atmosphere. Rhythmic bounces of a ball can be heard, accompanied by what appears to be soft murmuring and the tuning of a guitar string, all coming from a distance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A approaches B as B comes out of the door to meet A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Hey, how are you? *stages a smile*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;B: I’ve been good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Why don’t we go over there to the playground and sit?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;B: *agrees silently*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A and B both settle down, a small gap between them even after sitting down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Alright, I’ll just go straight to the point. I’m sorry for everything that happened. I just want you to know that I’m not perfect, and I have made mistakes I regretted, especially to you. Please forgive me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*silence*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Its just that I don’t make enough effort to change myself for the better. I’ve tried but I admit I did not try hard enough. I am sorry for everything, and if…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;B: *suddenly grabs A suddenly by the waist* (whisper) I know. Hug me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: *surprised, however continues on to hug B*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flashes of memories comes back to both, a tear drops down B’s face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;B: I miss you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Really?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;B: Yes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Look I’m sorry for everything that I have done to you. I have not done enough to…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;B: I know. I know. Its okay, Its fine. Its not important. I love you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: *momentarily breaks away from the hug and looks at B in the eyes* I love you too, and I miss you so much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;B: I miss you so much too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: No more okay?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;B: *sniff* okay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A and B both go back into the hug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;This is my dream, and I wish my dream will come true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-8065433504687915881?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8065433504687915881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=8065433504687915881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8065433504687915881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8065433504687915881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/08/at-this-moment-i-feel-thatwithout-you-i.html' title='“At this moment, I feel that…without you, I might die”'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6dD8snAOYa4/Tl0shLFqm8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/95oHXxip-tY/s72-c/DSC01288e%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-2982558488855866292</id><published>2011-08-23T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:51:37.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it just wasn’t you that i’m right about</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jBf-8v2bFTk/TlOwM9Udu0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/iavrheuvmM4/s1600-h/edited%2525206%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6cf9vwvYZgU/TlOwN-DlLEI/AAAAAAAAAoU/DKsRVuwGvnc/edited%2525206_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="307" height="230"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Did you ever do this, you think back on all the times you've had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;-Tom, (&lt;em&gt;500) days of summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-2982558488855866292?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2982558488855866292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=2982558488855866292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2982558488855866292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2982558488855866292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-just-wasnt-you-that-im-right-about.html' title='it just wasn’t you that i’m right about'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6cf9vwvYZgU/TlOwN-DlLEI/AAAAAAAAAoU/DKsRVuwGvnc/s72-c/edited%2525206_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1065325024614473007</id><published>2011-08-15T03:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T03:45:11.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>49 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-EGW7yehQqK8/TkglxlOOkuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RBhWsGll4I8/let-go%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="290" height="200"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;God, &lt;u&gt;I give up.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1065325024614473007?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1065325024614473007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1065325024614473007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1065325024614473007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1065325024614473007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/08/49-minutes.html' title='49 minutes'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-EGW7yehQqK8/TkglxlOOkuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RBhWsGll4I8/s72-c/let-go%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6240061613571118435</id><published>2011-08-13T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T22:18:00.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I become?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZFIsCvOk2ZU/TkZx8Xl45GI/AAAAAAAAAoI/saIafKvdzO0/tumblr_llnkauQDMT1qersu1%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Going through the vacancy that you left behind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-6240061613571118435?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6240061613571118435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=6240061613571118435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6240061613571118435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6240061613571118435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-have-i-become.html' title='What have I become?'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZFIsCvOk2ZU/TkZx8Xl45GI/AAAAAAAAAoI/saIafKvdzO0/s72-c/tumblr_llnkauQDMT1qersu1%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7142687453884415523</id><published>2011-08-13T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T01:10:01.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Breakeven</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="morethenyou" border="0" alt="morethenyou" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pobvmlhpAfQ/TkVeY5s328I/AAAAAAAAAoA/1Vz5Op7qB4s/morethenyou%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="296" height="197"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;God I trust you. I really do. But I just feel this is too much for me to take, I cannot do this on my own strength.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="hugs2" border="0" alt="hugs2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XruG-XkcLOU/TkVeZ5azHvI/AAAAAAAAAoE/4wThWgxG-vs/hugs2%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="229" height="229"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The whole thing meant so much to me. Every single memory that has to do with you stays with me, and it haunts me. You meant so much to me, and I don’t get how you can seem so okay and I’m so broken around here. We were special, I thought we were invincible. Without you now I’m just struggling to get through each day. How do you do it? How can you cope when all that used to be, all that was important to us are now just remains of the past? Do you see my hurt and my pain? Will you even ever know of it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God I cannot do this. Please take away my pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7142687453884415523?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7142687453884415523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7142687453884415523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7142687453884415523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7142687453884415523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-breakeven.html' title='Don’t Breakeven'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pobvmlhpAfQ/TkVeY5s328I/AAAAAAAAAoA/1Vz5Op7qB4s/s72-c/morethenyou%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4231005856273358941</id><published>2011-08-08T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:37:54.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is someone getting the best of you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="aloneguy" border="0" alt="aloneguy" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XNt7KmHHIso/TkACF16TJSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/hvxi4K2Fiac/aloneguy.jpg?imgmax=800" width="299" height="225"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;真对不起你了。&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4231005856273358941?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4231005856273358941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4231005856273358941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4231005856273358941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4231005856273358941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/08/is-someone-getting-best-of-you.html' title='Is someone getting the best of you?'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XNt7KmHHIso/TkACF16TJSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/hvxi4K2Fiac/s72-c/aloneguy.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-170471155952894404</id><published>2011-08-07T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:20:37.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another world, another life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Been rediscovering life! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="180-1" border="0" alt="180-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yJVSSfvctrg/Tj18M1zL0MI/AAAAAAAAAnc/5pfJSRtm0GU/180-1%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="307" height="219"&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="2122228595_b143de2910" border="0" alt="2122228595_b143de2910" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-V_2hD_jvN-k/Tj_-w3GyzgI/AAAAAAAAAno/aD45elqzuIs/2122228595_b143de2910%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="302" height="226"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Can’t believe that I had blinded myself from the colours and joy of life. Am so glad that I’m rediscovering who I am, and what means the most to me. Once you find it, never ever let anyone take it away from you =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-170471155952894404?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/170471155952894404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=170471155952894404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/170471155952894404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/170471155952894404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-world-another-life.html' title='Another world, another life'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yJVSSfvctrg/Tj18M1zL0MI/AAAAAAAAAnc/5pfJSRtm0GU/s72-c/180-1%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4263291179971923888</id><published>2011-08-03T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:37:23.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-wAgvoM9G0II/Tjk4krdMGqI/AAAAAAAAAnU/9IEelWeRdgo/s1600-h/not_despair%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="not_despair" border="0" alt="not_despair" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bCacnLOa4Sk/Tjk4laKmIPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/3UNN_JcQvGc/not_despair_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="311" height="214"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My head is giving me life or death, but I can’t choose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4263291179971923888?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4263291179971923888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4263291179971923888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4263291179971923888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4263291179971923888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-am-i-supposed-to-say-when-im-all.html' title='What am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re okay'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bCacnLOa4Sk/Tjk4laKmIPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/3UNN_JcQvGc/s72-c/not_despair_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6663451269510055009</id><published>2011-07-26T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:38:51.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your words fall like raindrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="sitting-alone" border="0" alt="sitting-alone" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-oSC7CI78sLA/Ti7iZHaQ1hI/AAAAAAAAAns/_OLeypc8evM/sitting-alone.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="169"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and when you spoke of love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;how urgent revelations showed:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that the habit of loving&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;is our one and only shot at happiness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;nobody regrets for having loved,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;even the wrong people, or in wrong doses,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;because we remember how it once stood for right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- 3AM ON IRC&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-6663451269510055009?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6663451269510055009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=6663451269510055009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6663451269510055009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6663451269510055009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/07/your-words-fall-like-raindrops.html' title='Your words fall like raindrops'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-oSC7CI78sLA/Ti7iZHaQ1hI/AAAAAAAAAns/_OLeypc8evM/s72-c/sitting-alone.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1234227664504163819</id><published>2011-07-06T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T15:20:40.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xTGDQeofl5s/ThQMwAlQlaI/AAAAAAAAAnE/cgGooRo0aE8/s1600-h/3006764203_1_3_YT7KlCFI%25255B52%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DuEQdg7oXAo/ThQMxTPJlRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Sn4QXoMD2eM/3006764203_1_3_YT7KlCFI_thumb%25255B50%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="212"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m sorry that I’m not good enough.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1234227664504163819?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1234227664504163819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1234227664504163819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1234227664504163819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1234227664504163819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-sorry-that-im-not-good-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DuEQdg7oXAo/ThQMxTPJlRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Sn4QXoMD2eM/s72-c/3006764203_1_3_YT7KlCFI_thumb%25255B50%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4505474383453980004</id><published>2011-06-26T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:42:28.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you’ve got the poison I’ve got the remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 align="center"&gt;♫Jason Mraz – The remedy (I won’t worry)&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This song set me free from everything! Jason Mraz is a true musician.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-UL5NOWOJpks/TgcaPbQ1-tI/AAAAAAAAAm0/cXGYDInh_bY/s1600-h/133957015_2b744e0fcd%25255B18%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="133957015_2b744e0fcd" border="0" alt="133957015_2b744e0fcd" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IxArqst-E34/TgcaTwSdLxI/AAAAAAAAAm4/-HlbYHtVDBI/133957015_2b744e0fcd_thumb%25255B16%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="234"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-K9LBsQ8oWRw/TgcaW3CID1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/aZgT9VL5Puk/s1600-h/freedom%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="freedom" border="0" alt="freedom" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-wNqRgfFdI9U/Tgcaa03NUNI/AAAAAAAAAnA/P7dVrORvPUY/freedom_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="326" height="233"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won’t worry my life away!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4505474383453980004?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4505474383453980004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4505474383453980004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4505474383453980004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4505474383453980004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-youve-got-poison-ive-got-remedy.html' title='If you’ve got the poison I’ve got the remedy'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IxArqst-E34/TgcaTwSdLxI/AAAAAAAAAm4/-HlbYHtVDBI/s72-c/133957015_2b744e0fcd_thumb%25255B16%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-116000305867297686</id><published>2011-06-22T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T03:37:34.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s the things that you do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-c1wW_7R5xVM/TgDy9kyWo_I/AAAAAAAAAms/EBmjUuctakw/s1600-h/image%25255B4%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="me+you" border="0" alt="me+you" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Z_PoMfKgy2A/TgDy_EnPOSI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WycQNjLdKXQ/image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="278" height="220"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So promise you’ll be careful with my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-116000305867297686?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/116000305867297686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=116000305867297686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/116000305867297686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/116000305867297686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-things-that-you-do.html' title='It’s the things that you do'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Z_PoMfKgy2A/TgDy_EnPOSI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WycQNjLdKXQ/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7088437028984606181</id><published>2011-06-10T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T01:41:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still innocent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;At least know what you are promising for before promising.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are born innocent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;believe me Adia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are still innocent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;its easy, we all falter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;but does it matter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7088437028984606181?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7088437028984606181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7088437028984606181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7088437028984606181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7088437028984606181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-are-still-innocent.html' title='We are still innocent'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1415666293444686991</id><published>2011-06-06T02:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:48:10.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my sun and shield</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Reached KL yesterday, currently staying at my brother’s place. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The first half of the year has been good, I feel very blessed about the things and people around me. Sometimes I complain too much. My situation here is much better off than so many people, I must learn to be more grateful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank God for my class! the people in 5.18 have been good to me (: So thankful for them and so blessed to have these kind of friends around!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spent the whole day making analogies, how trying to score a basket in basketball is like trying to achieve one’s goals in life. Sometimes I’m just so lame.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gave my grandma a hug today! &amp;lt;3 she seems awfully pleased. Have to thank Caro for making me realize the importance of hugs!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;long day of shopping ahead of me! Gonna go get some rest now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Happy 2 months. Sometimes i wonder….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i feel like a mirror. I reflect the people around me. I am never myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1415666293444686991?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1415666293444686991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1415666293444686991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1415666293444686991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1415666293444686991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-are-my-sun-and-shield.html' title='You are my sun and shield'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4158443409355756526</id><published>2011-05-29T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:43:32.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a step back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you know what sucks? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being aware of everything that is going wrong around you and yet, you can’t do anything to make it right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4158443409355756526?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4158443409355756526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4158443409355756526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4158443409355756526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4158443409355756526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-step-back.html' title='Take a step back'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4117914871837692109</id><published>2011-05-03T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:44:22.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Was walking back and suddenly the first song “Rascal Flatts – What Hurts The Most” suddenly popped into my mind. It was strange because, i barely remember listening to this song before and I cannot remember how the song went at all, melody and lyrics. The title just randomly surfaced and I’m sure it was at some little corner of my mind covered with cobwebs and what not. For it to come out now, it definitely means something. That song led me to other songs of the same band and I am awed at how the following songs encapsulates all of my emotions and thoughts. The most miraculous thing is that they all come from the same band! Here is the songs and their lyrics. Please take come time to listen to it, they are very good songs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;RASCAL FLATTS – WHAT HURTS THE MOST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1bab10b4-b3bb-4758-8c19-b044f8257529" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="edef7bb2-8259-4f3d-bb54-e771137b1593" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qH4qyi1-Ys" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Tb-kMXclEHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/-kx07aVw3mM/video54601fa61a55%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('edef7bb2-8259-4f3d-bb54-e771137b1593'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;423\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;353\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/7qH4qyi1-Ys&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/7qH4qyi1-Ys&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;423\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;353\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br&gt;That don't bother me&lt;br&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br&gt;I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok&lt;br&gt;But that's not what gets me&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br&gt;Was being so close&lt;br&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br&gt;And never knowing&lt;br&gt;What could have been&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br&gt;Is what I was tryin' to do&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br&gt;But I'm doin' It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone&lt;br&gt;Still Harder&lt;br&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret&lt;br&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br&gt;Is being so close&lt;br&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br&gt;And never knowing&lt;br&gt;What could have been&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;br&gt;That's what I was trying to do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;RASCAL FLATTS – HERE COMES GOODBYE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:139392a4-7cc9-465d-8e89-3b99f09e647b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="61089876-63ec-465b-b45f-b6f79ac73af5" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17VudJ6lr4k" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Tb-kNQPTJpI/AAAAAAAAAmk/9WpzG6ZiS78/video9b81bd12ad07%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('61089876-63ec-465b-b45f-b6f79ac73af5'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/17VudJ6lr4k&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/17VudJ6lr4k&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road&lt;br&gt;And its not like her to drive that slow, nothin's on the radio&lt;br&gt;Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell&lt;br&gt;She usually comes right in, now I can tell&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here comes goodbye&lt;br&gt;Here comes the last time&lt;br&gt;Here comes the start of every sleepless night&lt;br&gt;The first of every tear I'm gonna cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here comes the pain &lt;br&gt;Here comes me wishing things had never changed&lt;br&gt;And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can hear her say I love you like it was yesterday&lt;br&gt;And I can see it written on her face that she had never felt this way&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;One day I thought I'd see her with her daddy by her side&lt;br&gt;And violins would play here comes the bride&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here comes goodbye&lt;br&gt;Here comes the last time&lt;br&gt;Here comes the start of every sleepless night&lt;br&gt;The first of every tear I'm gonna cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here comes the pain &lt;br&gt;Here comes me wishing things had never changed&lt;br&gt;And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why does it have to go from good to gone?&lt;br&gt;Before the lights turn on, yeah and youre left alone&lt;br&gt;All alone, but here comes goodbye&lt;br&gt;Oh..oooo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here comes goodbye &lt;br&gt;Here comes the last time&lt;br&gt;Here comes the start of every sleepless night&lt;br&gt;The first of every tear I'm gonna cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here comes the pain &lt;br&gt;Here comes me wishing things had never changed&lt;br&gt;And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;RASCAL FLATTS – I WON’T LET GO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:8ccc810a-6e90-4075-ba30-1dc4743010a2" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="c0f4a94b-d29e-4ab2-ac04-45aa4dcbb839" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fqPcnuVPR8" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Tb-kOUzig1I/AAAAAAAAAmo/cVWBkO9BaGM/video6827e0f40291%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('c0f4a94b-d29e-4ab2-ac04-45aa4dcbb839'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/4fqPcnuVPR8&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/4fqPcnuVPR8&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's like a storm&lt;br&gt;That cuts a path&lt;br&gt;It's breaks your will&lt;br&gt;It feels like that&lt;br&gt;You think your lost&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But your not lost on your own&lt;br&gt;Your not alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will stand by you&lt;br&gt;I will help you through&lt;br&gt;When you've done all you can do&lt;br&gt;If you can't cope&lt;br&gt;I will dry your eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will fight your fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will hold you tight&lt;br&gt;And I wont let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It hurts my heart&lt;br&gt;To see you cry&lt;br&gt;I know it's dark&lt;br&gt;This part of life&lt;br&gt;Oh it finds us all&lt;br&gt;And we're too small&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To stop the rain&lt;br&gt;Oh but when it rains&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will stand by you&lt;br&gt;I will help you through&lt;br&gt;When you've done all you can do&lt;br&gt;And you can't cope&lt;br&gt;I will dry your eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will fight your fight&lt;br&gt;I will hold you tight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I wont let you fall&lt;br&gt;Don't be afraid to fall&lt;br&gt;I'm right here to catch you&lt;br&gt;I wont let you down&lt;br&gt;It wont get you down&lt;br&gt;Your gonna make it&lt;br&gt;Yea I know you can make it&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cause I will stand by you&lt;br&gt;I will help you through&lt;br&gt;When you've done all you can do&lt;br&gt;And you can't cope&lt;br&gt;And I will dry your eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will fight your fight&lt;br&gt;I will hold you tight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I wont let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh I'm gonna hold you&lt;br&gt;And I wont let go&lt;br&gt;Wont let you go&lt;br&gt;No I wont&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4117914871837692109?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4117914871837692109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4117914871837692109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4117914871837692109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4117914871837692109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/05/music-speaks.html' title='Music Speaks'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Tb-kMXclEHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/-kx07aVw3mM/s72-c/video54601fa61a55%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-5093922742459096440</id><published>2011-04-16T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T02:33:35.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my beloved mummy (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPRdxN0SI/AAAAAAAAAl0/2Pp__PvyMsw/s1600-h/txbday12hf%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="txbday12hf" border="0" alt="txbday12hf" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPStK7ITI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gIQQCAsP4NM/txbday12hf_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" height="264"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dear mom,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy 50th birthday! I thank God that He has given you 50 years of life. (: Hope you have enjoyed life so far and hope you enjoy today! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since its your 50th birthday, let me list down 50 things that i love about you / things you do that i appreciate, in no particular order:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;1) You are my mother&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;2) You have always loved me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;3) You’ve always expected the best from me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;4) You guide me spiritually&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;5) You cook great food (healthy too)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;6) You call me to see how I’m doing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;7) You prepare breakfast for me on school days no matter what&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;8) You tried to stop dad from caning me too much when i was young&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;9) You are very understanding&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;10) You guided me in my homework until primary 4&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;11) You allow me to shop as much as i want&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;12) You are very honest with me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;13) You are supportive of the things i do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;14) You provide transportation for me whenever i need it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;15) You prepared the special rice (the ones you had to pluck something off the rice one by one) for me when i was young&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;16) Your strong belief in God&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;17) You firmly believe in moral values such as honesty and determination&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;18) You taught me how to use the Chinese dictionary &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;19) You challenged me in my studies when i needed a wake up call (UPSR)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;20) You disciplined me when i needed it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;21) You do your duties faithfully as a mother&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;22) You allowed me to skip dish-washing duties when it was 2 months away from PMR&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;23) You are patient in teaching me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;24) You have a passion for helping and serving others&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;25) You love our family&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;26) You always make sure i have enough money&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;27) You read the bible and prayed together with me when i was small&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;28) You are generous&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;29) You are stubborn&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;30) You are not afraid to point out something wrong&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;31) You provide me with emotional support&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;32) You vacuumed the floor everyday when i was young so that i would not breathe in too much dust (because that time i had asthma) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;33) You never let me go to school without completing the house chores&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;34) You give good hugs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;35) You have a heart-warming smile&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;36) You are beautiful, inside and outside&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;37) You seldom complain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;38) You sometimes make my bad when I'm too lazy to do it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;39) You stayed up at night to look after me when i was sick&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;40) You seldom let me eat junk food when i was young&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;41) You made me brush my teeth everyday &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;42) You always use biblical principles to teach me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;43) You give compliments and credit when its due&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;44) You scold me when I’m wrong&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;45) You taught me how to appreciate&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;46) You let me continue piano lessons&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;47) You let me leave my hair long when i was in form 2&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;48) You are strong in heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;49) Your good photos/ good taste in basically everything&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;50) You are a Godly person&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are so many things that is good about you, so many things to love about you. There is so much that you have done for me, and the family, that i am sure nobody knows about, that you have done secretly just out of love. For that, thank you mummy! (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Many times I’ve let you down, many times i have disappointed you, many times I’ve made you cry. I want to apologize for all the hurt i have ever caused you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are my source of inspiration, my emotional support and my tower of strength. When i needed someone to pick me up, you were there. When i needed to learn to be independent, you would let me handle things on me own. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;From young, i have never heard you say that you want straight As or number 1 positions from me, but you have always stressed that i give my best in everything i do. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dear mom, i am sorry for all the things i have done wrong, i thank you for all the things you have done for me and all the things you have taught me. Thank you for being who you are and loving me as your son. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are the best mom ever. Happy 50th birthday!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;These are the only pictures i have of you in my computer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPUloCiFI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_dobmMfC8-0/s1600-h/Family%20321%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="1" border="0" alt="1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPVzOHtfI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vIwS4KevuZQ/Family%20321_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="369" height="282"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="2" border="0" alt="2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPXMCmEEI/AAAAAAAAAmE/YN8vIIAgbn4/Picture%20172_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="368" height="281"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPYGHXPLI/AAAAAAAAAmI/GSgt43-nTRI/s1600-h/Family%20094%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="3" border="0" alt="3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPZh32bTI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ZEpxcZXh-PY/Family%20094_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="369" height="282"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPa8zZdQI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/4Ucf97QCaao/s1600-h/Family%20122%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="4" border="0" alt="4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPb1IGvRI/AAAAAAAAAmU/J3GgF-nHT-M/Family%20122_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" height="281"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPdcl0h7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/4SmKuPPKAdA/s1600-h/Family%20259%5B17%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="5" border="0" alt="5" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPfSIBbuI/AAAAAAAAAmc/vW3lBrNa6eI/Family%20259_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="368" height="281"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Love you mummy! Miss you very much too!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-5093922742459096440?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5093922742459096440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=5093922742459096440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5093922742459096440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5093922742459096440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-my-beloved-mummy.html' title='To my beloved mummy (:'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaiPStK7ITI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gIQQCAsP4NM/s72-c/txbday12hf_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4569924358108787259</id><published>2011-04-15T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T01:27:26.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indescribable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:f44fbb6c-cd1d-44c6-adf3-1c3037215428" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="https://cid-43b1f0215fad9295.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=43B1F0215FAD9295!241&amp;amp;type=5&amp;amp;authkey=xLcz*l!qn90%24"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View Indescribable" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TacuSe96avI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Lt6daPY5oxo/InlineRepresentation8b3d17e5-0f5e-4522-9c13-ee69260d023d%5B80%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:427px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="https://cid-43b1f0215fad9295.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=43B1F0215FAD9295!241&amp;amp;type=5&amp;amp;authkey=xLcz*l!qn90%24"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4569924358108787259?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4569924358108787259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4569924358108787259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4569924358108787259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4569924358108787259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/04/indescribable.html' title='Indescribable'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TacuSe96avI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Lt6daPY5oxo/s72-c/InlineRepresentation8b3d17e5-0f5e-4522-9c13-ee69260d023d%5B80%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7334217435738530588</id><published>2011-04-11T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:21:18.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaHnAfgFy7I/AAAAAAAAAlg/zMkgF_2UPuU/s1600-h/Hug-2%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="&amp;lt;" border="0" alt="&amp;lt;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaHnBX5nwmI/AAAAAAAAAlk/oOWIKDnylk4/Hug-2_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="215" height="273"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaHnCZm21-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/9YxsUs0WnVI/s1600-h/191761_10150101563841720_666306719_6%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="3" border="0" alt="3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaHnDQCsRzI/AAAAAAAAAls/2zASB7ky7ME/191761_10150101563841720_666306719_6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="208" height="273"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I have never felt so sure about it. It shows in everything you did and for that, I am so grateful and loved. (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This time its special. This time its real.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7334217435738530588?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7334217435738530588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7334217435738530588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7334217435738530588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7334217435738530588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/04/assurance.html' title='Assurance'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TaHnBX5nwmI/AAAAAAAAAlk/oOWIKDnylk4/s72-c/Hug-2_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4214139577392978075</id><published>2011-03-30T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T00:13:01.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TZIC9cvaq7I/AAAAAAAAAlY/BNuTu9e78sE/s1600-h/holdinghands%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="holdinghands &amp;lt;3" border="0" alt="holdinghands &amp;lt;3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TZIC-tohOYI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Li3-FaVD_cw/holdinghands_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="234" height="281"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love me at my worst while i love you with my best (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4214139577392978075?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4214139577392978075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4214139577392978075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4214139577392978075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4214139577392978075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe-this-time.html' title='Maybe this time'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TZIC-tohOYI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Li3-FaVD_cw/s72-c/holdinghands_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-9145562123469070003</id><published>2011-03-28T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T00:14:19.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning in silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TY9340MwWjI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/kP2DT-Lm0gs/s1600-h/1572901.7843bf48.560%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="and we shall stare..." border="0" alt="and we shall stare..." src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TY9358WduCI/AAAAAAAAAlU/mWBVKHh91qI/1572901.7843bf48.560_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="453" height="304"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold my hand and lead me to your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to get on the 74 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and travel all the way back and forth with you. (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not the MRT though, coz we would have to stand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-9145562123469070003?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/9145562123469070003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=9145562123469070003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/9145562123469070003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/9145562123469070003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe.html' title='Meaning in silence'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TY9358WduCI/AAAAAAAAAlU/mWBVKHh91qI/s72-c/1572901.7843bf48.560_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1903433782072822959</id><published>2010-09-12T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T00:15:32.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its the end of another holidays.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its been a long time since i written anything. Life is so busy over here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its a Sunday and it is going to be a good day. (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This holidays can be considered fruitful because at least I’ve started doing SOME (a bit =D) of my work and I really straightened up some stuff that had been on my mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank God for the people around me. Every friend that has been in my life, good or bad. Because without each of them who made a different impact on me, i wouldn’t be how i am today i guess. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looking forward to the next term, even though there are so much that is coming out. Anxious, but looking forward. End of year exams (October 4th, reminds you of a date? huh? huh? xD), and intense revising and stuff like that. Its going to be busy, but I’m sure with the help of God I’ll do good. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love all the awesome people that were in the boarding school during these September holidays that kept my holidays alive. I have no idea how I’ll rot in my own little corner if not for you people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Owh for you people who didn’t know, I was involved in the YOG (that’s the Youth Olympic Games, different from Olympic Games, but still a world event okay? (: ) I was one of the performers in the opening ceremony.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TIwdEfvR_7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/TJsevAY4snw/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="YOG performers" border="0" alt="YOG performers" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TIwdJ0xMGDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/AcnDliYSscM/image_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="393" height="297"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep. Thats us. In the worker.kind.of.cloths.yeah.=S&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TIwdPnyufHI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Ey5cShVsfHU/s1600-h/image%5B13%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="the one on the top level 3rd from left is me (:" border="0" alt="the one on the top level 3rd from left is me (:" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TIwdSlJotII/AAAAAAAAAk8/keFLXpRfjuI/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="390" height="262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thats how i looked on the stage. This was taken in the preview/rehearsal so the lights was not turned on. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually the whole thing was just memorable. I looked back and never had a single regret. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was great fun as i finally FINALLY got to play some form of drumming which i really wanted to since ages ago. Besides learning new stuff i also managed to know a lot more awesome people not just from my school. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Like the Fuhua people. They stand out because they are so lame. HAHA. just kidding. They are fun people. =p&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alright gotta go enjoy my last day of holidays. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shoutout to family. I miss you all. LOVE YA. (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1903433782072822959?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1903433782072822959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1903433782072822959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1903433782072822959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1903433782072822959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again.'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TIwdJ0xMGDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/AcnDliYSscM/s72-c/image_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1502196120166611684</id><published>2010-08-23T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:03:36.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God, please give me patience………………NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/THJ_tYTujJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/x097j9YbcW8/index_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="263"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Title says it all, I really lack and need patience to face the difficulties and obstacles in life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Patience is not the ability to wait, but rather the ability to keep a good attitude while waiting”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1502196120166611684?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1502196120166611684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1502196120166611684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1502196120166611684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1502196120166611684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-god-please-give-me-patiencenow.html' title='Dear God, please give me patience………………NOW.'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/THJ_tYTujJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/x097j9YbcW8/s72-c/index_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-3768869754734538868</id><published>2010-06-14T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:02:10.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh you make me smile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3NjUyODYzMjczMyZwdD*xMjc2NTI4NzIwNzI2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1lOTg5YWEwYTU*OGI*/MDRkYWNlMGYxMTEzMzk3NDhiOSZvZj*w.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/love/jeniferqm/aw.jpg?o=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i763.photobucket.com/albums/xx279/jeniferqm/aw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed,&lt;br /&gt;Sing like bird,&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Spin like a record,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold,&lt;br /&gt;Buzz like a bee,&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;/span&gt; ♫&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-3768869754734538868?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3768869754734538868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=3768869754734538868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3768869754734538868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3768869754734538868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Oh you make me smile..'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-8272028776632016838</id><published>2010-06-13T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:35:58.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The simple things are all we need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TBTGtJKSkGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CarheA6QFLA/s1600/Blowing_Bubbles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TBTGtJKSkGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CarheA6QFLA/s320/Blowing_Bubbles2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482225125272227938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holidays so far has been very interesting! So much has been happening and I have been meeting up with lots of people. Also, I finally tried to revive this super dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone realized how simple life can be? I recently did. I just realized that the way to enjoy life is let go of your worries and just enjoy the most simple of things, like the sun, the trees, the sky. Often we get caught up in our worries so much that we get stressed out. All we have to do is remember there is a God there for us, just a prayer away! God has been so good to me, showing me mercy time and time after I done something wrong. I want to enjoy life, and I'm starting from the simplest of things. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-8272028776632016838?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8272028776632016838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=8272028776632016838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8272028776632016838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8272028776632016838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2010/06/holidays-so-far-has-been-very.html' title='The simple things are all we need'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TBTGtJKSkGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CarheA6QFLA/s72-c/Blowing_Bubbles2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-5484641198814259861</id><published>2010-05-31T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:33:03.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH TABLE DINNER 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TAMtspk29XI/AAAAAAAAAkU/tMeDaNzI8Vc/s1600-h/4646794492_808058bfe6_b%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 454px; height: 304px;" title="4646794492_808058bfe6_b" alt="4646794492_808058bfe6_b" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TAMtuqWQmjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Oie78sJRTRU/4646794492_808058bfe6_b_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;High Table Dinner recently. Finally had some good desert. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-5484641198814259861?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5484641198814259861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=5484641198814259861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5484641198814259861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5484641198814259861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2010/05/high-table-dinner-2010.html' title='HIGH TABLE DINNER 2010'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/TAMtuqWQmjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Oie78sJRTRU/s72-c/4646794492_808058bfe6_b_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7059550667419757471</id><published>2010-05-28T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:25:08.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/S_83jOXHoKI/AAAAAAAAAkM/r3u962TxnCc/s1600-h/DSC00997%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00997" border="0" alt="DSC00997" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/S_83jzt__sI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/mkbLJ-9wGes/DSC00997_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="263" height="349" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for keeping me going. I’ll miss you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7059550667419757471?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7059550667419757471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7059550667419757471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7059550667419757471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7059550667419757471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='…'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/S_83jzt__sI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/mkbLJ-9wGes/s72-c/DSC00997_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-484887459867734163</id><published>2010-01-16T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:13:08.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" size="6"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#f0a60b"&gt;LIFE&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;flies when you take each day for granted, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;living it aimlessly,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#f0a60b"&gt;LIFE&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;lasts when you take a day at a time, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;doing something meaningful everyday,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-484887459867734163?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/484887459867734163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=484887459867734163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/484887459867734163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/484887459867734163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2010/01/life_16.html' title='LIFE.'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4589032389468142144</id><published>2010-01-03T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:15:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/S0hnfsT8TMI/AAAAAAAAAjE/LeX_pTkjcoY/s1600-h/95499ffe3400%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/S0C7UhVLqOI/AAAAAAAAAjI/vWolwSznZUo/95499ffe3400_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="435" height="559" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4589032389468142144?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4589032389468142144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4589032389468142144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4589032389468142144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4589032389468142144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='♥♥♥'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/S0C7UhVLqOI/AAAAAAAAAjI/vWolwSznZUo/s72-c/95499ffe3400_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6460963636240985214</id><published>2010-01-02T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:11:26.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection on 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone. =) Its the first day of 2010 but I still want to reflect on God’s goodness in the year 2009. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2009 has definitely been an eventful year. There were many ups and downs, highs and lows. So many times I asked God about what he was doing and why was something happening. But eventually as the year ends I look back and realized that everything has gone according to His master plan. There is no doubt that God’s plan is always wonderful no matter how strange it sometimes may seem because He really loves us so much and also because He is good. I thank God for being the God he is, for being faithful to me no matter how distant I may drift away from Him. He works in ways we cannot see and understand yet so marvellous but hey, that’s God. =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There were many things that I would like to thank God for, starting from getting a scholarship to Singapore that I really hoped to get. I really appreciate those who gave me so much encouragement to face the new challenge that God presented to me. I thank those who made it for my farewell, I was so touched to see everyone. Till today I can still remember Leslie singing ‘You Look Wonderful Tonight’ that night to me. XD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xhNBAt3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/1amDDjwmpww/s1600-h/dssd%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xhyCScZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/S7E-Gc4GEys/dssd_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="292" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4zNTGe1UI/AAAAAAAAAjo/nEMpglgaDho/s1600-h/n751656806_2078993_982211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xjrYwzDI/AAAAAAAAAgU/csra6ukxBmI/n751656806_2078993_9822_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="211" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Singapore was definitely something new for me. There were so much things to worry about. What happens if i can’t catch up on studies? What if I don’t make friends?&amp;#160; What if i can’t adapt to their lifestyle?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Turns out that everything went alright. I really thank God for giving me awesome friends, roommates, classmates and teachers to help me in my school life. Even though sometimes there were fear and uncertainties, God really made sure I knew He was with me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In a few days I will be starting school again. I’m looking forward to get my studies right this time. The down side is I have to cut my hair and look like a nerd again. Oh well, at least I’ll look more smart. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4zNTGe1UI/AAAAAAAAAjs/R7KNibBQvYA/s1600-h/n751656806_2078993_98226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xk0n-6FI/AAAAAAAAAgg/thQCAtEJ7pE/7316_1202771463925_1067735676_30629047_5243684_n%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="181" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xmQw97wI/AAAAAAAAAgk/oASm0iN8esc/s1600-h/7316_1202772023939_1067735676_30629059_6275138_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xnNBu5kI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vXP3J6Ym7hU/7316_1202772023939_1067735676_30629059_6275138_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xoKPVYPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/-Q4EzFT4cdM/s1600-h/7316_1202773143967_1067735676_30629086_4880658_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xom2UBlI/AAAAAAAAAgw/S1-G9x1HGUo/7316_1202773143967_1067735676_30629086_4880658_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xqSSMBcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/kZVW1W5oEek/s1600-h/7316_1202776344047_1067735676_30629161_7186045_n%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xrPCWckI/AAAAAAAAAg4/5fD6uxCof4w/7316_1202776344047_1067735676_30629161_7186045_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xr4QxmFI/AAAAAAAAAg8/iESHPpjEVDE/s1600-h/14861_1239047210796_1067735676_30736459_108891_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xsuoiXqI/AAAAAAAAAhA/duO-0yoqxDs/14861_1239047210796_1067735676_30736459_108891_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xtZwgWBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/0RVvugv-Bxk/s1600-h/5460_1176840375664_1067735676_30540743_6178037_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xt0kjKaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/vOw7zIulkKU/5460_1176840375664_1067735676_30540743_6178037_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One thing that surprised me most was how everyone celebrated my birthday. I would be happy if someone would remember and told me ‘Happy Birthday’. But when God wants to bless, He doesn’t bless half-heartedly. When He blesses, He opens the floodgates of heaven and really blesses you until you’re overwhelmed. I prayed that I would have a decent birthday and what I got was really the best, and I could ask for nothing more. Thank You God. I had 3 birthday cakes on my birthday, one from church, one from roommates and one from classmates. Not to mention all the messages that came from friends in Singapore and also from home. I was really touched and genuinely happy that day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xu-ymg8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/5uCeblNDF6I/s1600-h/7316_1222455236007_1067735676_30687381_1606559_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xvQlhBfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kQCXWb-jXXk/7316_1222455236007_1067735676_30687381_1606559_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xwEGCEWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mHDddci4nVM/s1600-h/DSC00490%20%282%29%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xwxasSFI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-edzVLBZUi8/DSC00490%20%282%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then there was the trip to Bako, I would never forget all the fun times we had, sitting on the blanket on the beach at night. AH, good times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xxyWGeyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Uu7LvP4N7U8/s1600-h/4901_87102998475_564268475_1844447_1728144_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xzhowiQI/AAAAAAAAAhg/azS7iwfqHoM/4901_87102998475_564268475_1844447_1728144_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="306" height="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4x1FAQ63I/AAAAAAAAAhk/mfaaj_8qc9s/s1600-h/4901_87027808475_564268475_1843805_2697126_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4x270WMxI/AAAAAAAAAho/yiwwqaKk4rc/4901_87027808475_564268475_1843805_2697126_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="306" height="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Then the year end holidays, where I met up with everyone. It was really good to see my friends and family again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4x3gSidRI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/pQqfFyDgSt8/s1600-h/cats4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4x4HAGFzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/DOlnBr27sLA/cats_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="219" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4x45DjqYI/AAAAAAAAAh0/wTryQnOFGUs/s1600-h/a%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4x5hQQm7I/AAAAAAAAAh4/iH2WflCVM5k/a_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4x6gygaAI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ks-Y1fYQldY/s1600-h/s%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4x7MD9KQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ekDsHGf6pkU/s_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its really nice to have you all as my friends. I know every time I need help it will just be a call away. Its really good to see you all again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4zQR6eNpI/AAAAAAAAAik/sj84wyfUD8M/s1600-h/DSC00793%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4zQzOZUCI/AAAAAAAAAis/iXzF0Njm7qo/DSC00793_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I thank God this cute little thing too. It was Vera that gave me it. Now I can’t sleep without it but I’ll have good dreams when i do. =p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2009 has passed. Now we’re heading towards a new year, a new start. As we remember how God has been good in the past year, let us also look forward to achieving new heights with God in this year. =) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-6460963636240985214?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6460963636240985214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=6460963636240985214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6460963636240985214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6460963636240985214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflection-on-2009.html' title='Reflection on 2009'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sz4xhyCScZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/S7E-Gc4GEys/s72-c/dssd_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-5844360386106412886</id><published>2009-12-25T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:44:10.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/c/christmas_snoopy-11420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 464px;" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/c/christmas_snoopy-11420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wow. another year has passed. Merry Christmas people and a happy new year in advance =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-5844360386106412886?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5844360386106412886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=5844360386106412886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5844360386106412886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5844360386106412886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4936880633031443</id><published>2009-12-19T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:01:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting incident that happened during shopping.</title><content type='html'>Me and dad are finished shopping, sits down in Bodyglove shop, waiting for sis and mom to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sis storms over, turns to dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I really dislike shopping with mummy, this shirt cannot that shirt cannot, so troublesome, i dunno how you cope with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;few seconds later, mom storms over:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm really tired of shopping with that girl ah, this shirt she want, that shirt she also want, cannot make up her mind de!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LOL. me and dad laugh till peng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4936880633031443?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4936880633031443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4936880633031443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4936880633031443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4936880633031443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/12/interesting-incident-that-happened.html' title='An interesting incident that happened during shopping.'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-8409241092804624942</id><published>2009-12-14T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:00:24.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NZ trip ends tomorrow. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-8409241092804624942?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8409241092804624942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=8409241092804624942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8409241092804624942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8409241092804624942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/12/nz-trip-ends-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-5928868050278314732</id><published>2009-12-02T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:58:18.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unofficial Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZTwRyh51I/AAAAAAAAAfo/e6xUPaRa8KA/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZTwRyh51I/AAAAAAAAAfo/e6xUPaRa8KA/s320/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410604091206395730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is drawn on a beach near the place I'm staying in New Zealand. To Gladys, the greatest sister you could ever have. Nobody could give better advice or care than you.Hope this cheers you up in this cruel SPM period. =)lovesss.&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/8695657516705157370-5928868050278314732?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5928868050278314732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=5928868050278314732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5928868050278314732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5928868050278314732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-drawn-on-beach-near-place-im.html' title='The Unofficial Sister'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZTwRyh51I/AAAAAAAAAfo/e6xUPaRa8KA/s72-c/DSC00672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-2598764425332492341</id><published>2009-12-02T19:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:27:38.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far in New Zealand..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a short update from New Zealand. So far the holiday has been exciting and nice. One thing that I really like is the beach near my villa. Awesome beach.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZPA1wdykI/AAAAAAAAAfY/NQ0exFK7PaM/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZPA1wdykI/AAAAAAAAAfY/NQ0exFK7PaM/s400/DSC00640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410598878181182018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZOvEpJMFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9OzoGAfcfTQ/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZOvEpJMFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9OzoGAfcfTQ/s400/DSC00612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410598572939358290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZQJcHEvWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/XUOxvKdH1Nc/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZQJcHEvWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/XUOxvKdH1Nc/s320/DSC00610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410600125427137890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew some stuffs on the sand as well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZp6rJKSWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/PGIzjaum3mA/s1600-h/DSC05124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZp6rJKSWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/PGIzjaum3mA/s320/DSC05124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410628459066706274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The water is VERY cold as well. refreshing and cooling for the legs thou. =)&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/8695657516705157370-2598764425332492341?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2598764425332492341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=2598764425332492341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2598764425332492341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2598764425332492341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-far-in-new-zealand.html' title='So far in New Zealand..'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SxZPA1wdykI/AAAAAAAAAfY/NQ0exFK7PaM/s72-c/DSC00640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6833559275160985093</id><published>2009-12-02T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:59:38.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog reborns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup, I'm back. After a lot of thinking, I've decided to start blogging again. I need something to fill my spare time anyway. I've also changed my layout (the last one looks horrible if you ask me) to a much simpler one. Which also indicates a change in style of blogging. Prepare for a less complicated and less emotional Jo. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-6833559275160985093?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6833559275160985093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=6833559275160985093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6833559275160985093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6833559275160985093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-reborns.html' title='The blog reborns!'/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-3093185680617933970</id><published>2009-10-30T00:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:49:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SunGc8VU7PI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3EX8Ga0a7eo/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SunGc8VU7PI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3EX8Ga0a7eo/s400/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398063828914466034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahs, everyone is clearing out already..&lt;br /&gt;this year seems to have passed so fast.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday I arrived at sg, saw my room for the first time and thought "OMG, its so small" XD&lt;br /&gt;anyways, spent a little time reflecting on this year, and yeah,&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss all the fun times with my roommates, always crazy and full of nonsense, all the times we stayed up late talking, studying, laughing, all sorts of crazy stuffs we did.&lt;br /&gt;schools over too, and nope, I'm not involved in study camp =)&lt;br /&gt;Haih, thought of all the happy, sad, fun, worried times, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss this year. very enjoyable, full of ups and of course downs, but yeah, thats life, we got to move on don't we?&lt;br /&gt;blahs, am starting to emo, will try not to be so sad that this awesome year is ending already. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-3093185680617933970?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3093185680617933970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=3093185680617933970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3093185680617933970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3093185680617933970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/blahs-everyone-is-clearing-out-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SunGc8VU7PI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3EX8Ga0a7eo/s72-c/DSC00569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7942410030401440530</id><published>2009-10-20T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:07:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blahs. realized that my blog have many many cobwebs dy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, exams have finished and I'm free. FREE.&lt;br /&gt;and its darn boring =.=&lt;br /&gt;everyday nothing to do. somehow I wished i had something better to do than looking at my screen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;till then, the lifeless me has nothing else to say. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7942410030401440530?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7942410030401440530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7942410030401440530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7942410030401440530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7942410030401440530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/blahs.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4473917689113317363</id><published>2009-10-05T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:49:48.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>16th.. =)&lt;br /&gt;yupps thats right, i have lived through 15 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone who smsed me,  left a message on facebook&lt;br /&gt;and all my dear roommates for the cake and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;thanks too for FIF for the awesome cake.&lt;br /&gt;another year older, another year mature, another year of challenges.&lt;br /&gt;am looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;thanks God.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, your truly. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4473917689113317363?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4473917689113317363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4473917689113317363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4473917689113317363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4473917689113317363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/16th.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1180461288119268795</id><published>2009-09-08T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:09:58.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from now on. SLACKERLAND IS DEFEATED! *shouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS &lt;s&gt;SPARTA!&lt;/s&gt; desperation. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just going to start studying la. final exams in a month. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1180461288119268795?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1180461288119268795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1180461288119268795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1180461288119268795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1180461288119268795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-now-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7866224138376299171</id><published>2009-09-08T00:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:27:38.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SqUy8RpjEgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rAbqfRRi6io/s1600-h/7316_1202773743982_1067735676_30629099_6345928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SqUy8RpjEgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rAbqfRRi6io/s200/7316_1202773743982_1067735676_30629099_6345928_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378761341075132930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALI! =))&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the pic is from the science centre thingy. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;yeaps. happy bday to you dude.&lt;br /&gt;You've been a blessing to me lah ho. many memorable memories. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being an awesome friend. no matter what, u still rock to the max. mad but cool scientist! xD&lt;br /&gt;hope u stop being so PROFESSIONAL XDDD and stop being emo so often ah. xDD&lt;br /&gt;must become stronger emotionally yeah.&lt;br /&gt;great to know you and have you as a PROFESSIONAL friend and chairman. haha.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday and hope you have an awesome year. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7866224138376299171?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7866224138376299171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7866224138376299171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7866224138376299171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7866224138376299171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-ali-yeah-pic-is-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SqUy8RpjEgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rAbqfRRi6io/s72-c/7316_1202773743982_1067735676_30629099_6345928_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7035661062375154077</id><published>2009-09-06T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:02:19.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rob-hudson.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/moving-on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.rob-hudson.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/moving-on.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for the memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7035661062375154077?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7035661062375154077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7035661062375154077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7035661062375154077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7035661062375154077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-8851805199891789971</id><published>2009-08-29T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:10:10.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dv247.com/assets/products/50260_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dv247.com/assets/products/50260_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dv247.com/assets/products/50260_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow i just miss playing nonsene on my bass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-8851805199891789971?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8851805199891789971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=8851805199891789971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8851805199891789971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8851805199891789971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/somehow-i-just-miss-playing-nonsene-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-8509865699465433059</id><published>2009-08-11T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:16:30.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i just try to go through things on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think i can handle everything.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes after handling situations with this kinda attitude,&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna give up.&lt;br /&gt;God. i really need you.&lt;br /&gt;i acknowledge that without you i can do nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*guess the waves are getting stronger.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-8509865699465433059?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8509865699465433059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=8509865699465433059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8509865699465433059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8509865699465433059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-i-just-try-to-go-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-2497736368229429945</id><published>2009-08-05T00:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:59:51.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if there's so much work to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when the stress is getting stronger and stronger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SnhnGUeIPTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jbh7Pf2MxXY/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366152314283900210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SnhnGUeIPTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jbh7Pf2MxXY/s320/DSC00228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I still &lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/strong&gt; for many things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Snhlu184x5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/NqIhuaLA5ro/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366150811442792338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Snhlu184x5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/NqIhuaLA5ro/s320/DSC00172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For roommates that can afford to use their precious time to make each other laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SnhlSCy668I/AAAAAAAAAYs/YaSvu803e80/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366150316674444226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SnhlSCy668I/AAAAAAAAAYs/YaSvu803e80/s320/DSC00238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For chocolates and coke that was shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Snhk3ivCYrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/LyqQMQlR15Y/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366149861391622834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Snhk3ivCYrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/LyqQMQlR15Y/s320/DSC00249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For sparkling juice, grapes, and cakes to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SnhkPhbzufI/AAAAAAAAAYc/EG81xlj3xf4/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366149173847767538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SnhkPhbzufI/AAAAAAAAAYc/EG81xlj3xf4/s320/DSC00255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For refreshing green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SnhkFYV2tqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EdWmMuUWMIw/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366148999608186530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SnhkFYV2tqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EdWmMuUWMIw/s320/DSC00256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for roommates who are crazy enough to think of various ways to have fun no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Even if the world is collapsing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God is good. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8695657516705157370-2497736368229429945?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2497736368229429945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=2497736368229429945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2497736368229429945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2497736368229429945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/even-if-theres-so-much-work-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SnhnGUeIPTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jbh7Pf2MxXY/s72-c/DSC00228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-2755197068891743521</id><published>2009-07-26T18:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:55:17.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post of randomness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these are mostly the stuffs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been doing over the month since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; been here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besides studying. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Smwzp0DWv2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/i9AQQcN5lPE/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362718049731788642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Smwzp0DWv2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/i9AQQcN5lPE/s320/DSC00206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; went to watch Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. as some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt; said it, it was a 2 hour trailer to the last movie. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SmwzSgLuWeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UGIa9z7qr2Y/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362717649261189602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SmwzSgLuWeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UGIa9z7qr2Y/s320/DSC00213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah, just found out that day. this com lab in my school is filled with Apple computers! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;migosh&lt;/span&gt;. school so rich &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SmwyBg56ABI/AAAAAAAAAX8/eELojxB2h-0/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362716257885487122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SmwyBg56ABI/AAAAAAAAAX8/eELojxB2h-0/s320/DSC00218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; been snacking a lot. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. who said scholars are poor?&lt;br /&gt;in there: waffles, biscuits, tea, coffee, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;, juice, milk, and some other random stuffs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2786/proposalpostervf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2786/proposalpostervf1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been watching this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jap&lt;/span&gt; drama! finished the whole drama (12 episodes) in less than a day! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SmwwvetCr2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/WS6GV2y_L1E/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362714848545386338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SmwwvetCr2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/WS6GV2y_L1E/s320/DSC00229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeahs, my 2 pair of slippers are spoiled! really need to get a new one so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Smwwnk3pxjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HfsZvDcgTT4/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362714712761550386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Smwwnk3pxjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HfsZvDcgTT4/s320/DSC00232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;there, my new slippers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;up till here for now, gotta catch up on work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sleep has become a distant friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-2755197068891743521?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2755197068891743521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=2755197068891743521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2755197068891743521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2755197068891743521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-of-randomness.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Smwzp0DWv2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/i9AQQcN5lPE/s72-c/DSC00206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-3174667501480883</id><published>2009-07-10T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:17:18.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2197610477_f77e077ea4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2197610477_f77e077ea4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look at the sea, the other side, is my success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk towards the sea. inexperienced, immature, innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk into the sea, still stepping on the sand:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sand supports me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the little waves can do nothing to me, they only slightly damps my cloths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as I walk deeper, the ground gets lower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parts of my body are wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sea throws some waves towards me, but the ground still supports me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am still safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk in deeper, the ground is getting lower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my whole body is going to be in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sea now throws more waves at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It knows, without the ground, I can be drowned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, these waves shapes me. I know I cannot be the same, I know I must change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little by little, I become more mature, I have more understanding. I have more experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I no longer walk on the ground, nor rely on the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things have changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I start to swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I start to swim, the sea gets angrier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It throws higher waves at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fight for my life, I go on in desperation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sea senses its chances of victory, and throws more waves at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I start to drown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized I am not safe without the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there is no ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but just when all hope was lost, I find a plank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a plank from heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it guilds me, teaches me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it gives me the hope the rekindles my fire for my success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the help of the plank, I learn to swim properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so I swam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the waves is outraged at its failure to contain me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it throws all it has at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I continue on. I go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fight off wave after wave, one higher than the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that doesn't matter, because with every wave defeated, I grow a bit stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, the sea is calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it knows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not matter what it throws at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am still going to get on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-3174667501480883?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3174667501480883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=3174667501480883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3174667501480883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3174667501480883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-look-at-sea-other-side-is-my-success.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2197610477_f77e077ea4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1524332260984651781</id><published>2009-06-30T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:18:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SkostCFH_UI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lnToyBaEjCI/s1600-h/55ETECA84YR2HCAJ5M9PCCAQYIPOQCAGC0O16CAXKN5UMCALPCR82CA1RAYKDCAVBMFANCARQLKBTCAJ0V5YLCA62IF3ICA0MJL7SCASNE3F1CAUV1HM4CADXCYE2CAKYHZC6CAPRKMANCAVNDTX2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353140259247357250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SkostCFH_UI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lnToyBaEjCI/s400/55ETECA84YR2HCAJ5M9PCCAQYIPOQCAGC0O16CAXKN5UMCALPCR82CA1RAYKDCAVBMFANCARQLKBTCAJ0V5YLCA62IF3ICA0MJL7SCASNE3F1CAUV1HM4CADXCYE2CAKYHZC6CAPRKMANCAVNDTX2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  found out that my birthday comes 2 days before final exam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOoo. 16th bday is ruined. =(&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/8695657516705157370-1524332260984651781?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1524332260984651781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1524332260984651781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1524332260984651781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1524332260984651781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/found-out-that-my-birthday-comes-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SkostCFH_UI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lnToyBaEjCI/s72-c/55ETECA84YR2HCAJ5M9PCCAQYIPOQCAGC0O16CAXKN5UMCALPCR82CA1RAYKDCAVBMFANCARQLKBTCAJ0V5YLCA62IF3ICA0MJL7SCASNE3F1CAUV1HM4CADXCYE2CAKYHZC6CAPRKMANCAVNDTX2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6380582658955426033</id><published>2009-06-26T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:23:00.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am enjoying KL. (Dad has been pampering me. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 messages saying bye to me and asking me to take care. haha. you guys are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since SOMEONE could not explain properly what colour is apple green, (haha) I went to search for some pics. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351453589824781218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SkQur81-u6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/O8vHERwO0kU/s320/Green+converse+shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351453587183653970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SkQurzASVFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RRITYWwbwJA/s320/Disgusting+malay+green+converse+shoes.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope its the first one la ho. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-6380582658955426033?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6380582658955426033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=6380582658955426033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6380582658955426033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6380582658955426033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-enjoying-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SkQur81-u6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/O8vHERwO0kU/s72-c/Green+converse+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1487036541577725646</id><published>2009-05-30T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:37:40.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE UNDER A SINGAPOREAN ROOF&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just came back from staying over at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; house. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt;. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a message at 4 pm. "Go to roundabout and wait me"&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPS. started to pack. Then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem&lt;/span&gt; ask me to wait below hall 1.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i ended up waiting under hall 1 and he at across the street. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. waiting for each other.&lt;br /&gt;sat the AWFUL bus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i got dizzy until i came off. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. hate this motion sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, came down from bus and saw that the place looked similar to Titus house.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EI&lt;/span&gt;! here is near Titus's house &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ler&lt;/span&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem&lt;/span&gt;:You dreaming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;? Here and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;timah&lt;/span&gt; very far you know!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get lost even in a small country like Singapore. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there and did what we do best~SLACK.&lt;br /&gt;playing games and piano. then we had the most awesome &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teh&lt;/span&gt; i had in a long time. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after that, played on com for a few more hours.&lt;br /&gt;Found out that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; mom is kinda scary, but rather nice to me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; Mom: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EI&lt;/span&gt; Jeremy you better study for your National &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; Quiz! take out your Bio, Physics, Chemistry, English, Chinese......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem&lt;/span&gt;: its called national SCIENCE quiz for a reason!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it kinda funny how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; mom treats him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; nice and treats his bro so bad. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly we slept quite early.&lt;br /&gt;I slept on the couch, and it was REAL cold.&lt;br /&gt;Me:*wakes up halfway, sees &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; mom in the room* &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt;, do you have a extra blanket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; mom: UMmm...noo..nevermind la. you take Jeremy's blanket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;, so i slept &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; well and he ended up freezing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XDD&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sry&lt;/span&gt;!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up next day, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; mom comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; mom: JEREMY! have you brought your friend out to eat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Prata&lt;/span&gt; or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem&lt;/span&gt;: *just wakes up* &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; mom: what kind of LOUSY host is this???&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i ended having chocolate and orange juice for breakfast. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. ate one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; cookies too, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; his mom gave it to me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jack's Place for lunch. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. stuff myself dead full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem'd&lt;/span&gt; mom keep asking me to eat also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; mom: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ei&lt;/span&gt; Joseph! eat the chicken wings!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt;, I'm quite full already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem's&lt;/span&gt; mom: You mean you're such a SMALL eater!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, haven't heard that for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOOOONNG&lt;/span&gt; time. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt; la. the main purpose of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Homestay&lt;/span&gt; is to experience how Singaporeans live &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ehh&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;haha, found out Jem SLACKS a lot. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1487036541577725646?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1487036541577725646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1487036541577725646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1487036541577725646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1487036541577725646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-under-singaporean-roof.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-3990897647867028720</id><published>2009-05-27T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:59:08.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we played well. we all know that.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, to all my soccer mates in 3.8&lt;br /&gt;don't be upset! Lets move on and not dwell in defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i learnt real lot.&lt;br /&gt;I admire our spirit and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sportsmanship&lt;/span&gt; allowing that goal to count.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that our friendship bond has become stronger through this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;, and i wanna thank everyone for putting their best. Nothing but the real best. I've never seen you guys played this well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Congrats&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone: hey!! good that you know you weren't doing the right thing. Its was nice of you to apologize...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-3990897647867028720?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3990897647867028720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=3990897647867028720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3990897647867028720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3990897647867028720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-played-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7500266661244950318</id><published>2009-05-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:48:35.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been thinking about it. I realized that I have not been a good person. Whether in God's eyes or in other people’s eyes. I just feel so sucky and down now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many "sorry"s I owe God. I know that He is loving and forgives us no matter what. But what I felt was that I disappoint Him. I don't spend time with Him. I don't do quiet time with Him. I don't show that I love him, no matter in how I behave or how I do things. The times I think of Him most is probably when I'm listening to Christian music. I don't think people will see any difference in me anyway that shows I am a Christian. I'm not being a reflector of how great God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered, before coming to Singapore, I told myself that this is a new start. I told myself that I will impact people. I told myself that I will be better person. I told myself that I will do things for God. I told myself I will be the person who CHANGES. I don't think I succeeded in any of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to a question. What am I here for anyway? There must be something more than just going to school and having fun with people. There must be something more I can do for God. There must be something more which I can feel that I achieved something that I should do in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. I can't even face God with a clean heart. Still thinking of impacting people. Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can imagine how heartbroken he is when he looks at me, and says "how much I want you to come back, to change. I want you to be good." I guess what I do just disappoint him again and again. I think he feels so sad. Hey God, can you stand the pain? I thought of how great he did suffering for us even though he knows in the future we would just disappoint Him again. How awesome You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to "At the cross". Yeah it’s so true. There is no greater love than God's, and I don't even appreciate it. If I were someone else, I'll say that person is SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am writing this, I felt my tears. Not because of me, but because I felt the sadness God was feeling. I felt how broken he was. I can see Him looking at me with his loving eyes asking me to come back to him. Pleading me. Telling me how much He loves me. I just don't know what to do now. I can't bring myself to face God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that in school mostly, I'm not even being myself. OK fine, there are moments I do, when playing soccer mostly, because that's when you can't control yourself and put on a mask while you're concentrating on soccer. I don't think I even behave as I should be. Late for classes, not being polite to teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even let little things break me? Like people not answering me when i talk to them. I feel I'm being used by them. So what? Why can't I just shake that off? So am I even considered a friend to you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be a good friend, but how many people can even consider me as a good friend in 3.8? How many can trust me when they need to, ask me for help when the need it? How many people can I be a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on? If not, then what on earth am I here in this class, the best class for? There must be a reason, of all the classes to be in. to get 36 points? I don't think so. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought through more, I just realized. Being one of the oldest in the class, I have already experienced what they are experiencing. But how many have I helped? Friendship problems, emotional problems etc. It’s not like I don't know how they feel. How many people have I encouraged? How many people have I touched? How many people have I helped when they are down? Most importantly, how many have I shown God’s love? I thought. Sadly I couldn't think of any. What kind of friend am I then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a slide show of all the pictures I have in my laptop while listening to some Christian music. I felt something was strange. When a song reaches its climax the pictures that came out was always the ones I treasure. The ones that captured the memories and the friendship we had back then. I really missed those times. I miss the times when we could have fun over anything. And we will be there for each other no matter what we're going through. We were always there for each other. I couldn't say the same for now. oooo Bethany peoples, I really miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep now and probably hope that my heart won't break from the multiple waves of sadness I had been experiencing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, I told you something strange is happening. after I typed "my heart won't break" the song "Healer" played. I feel God is with me. I know he will pull me through. You're all I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7500266661244950318?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7500266661244950318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7500266661244950318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7500266661244950318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7500266661244950318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflection.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1834186623509915394</id><published>2009-05-05T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:22:37.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOO....&lt;br /&gt;individual oral presentation. DONE.&lt;br /&gt;haha, relaxed mode now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trust in You.&lt;br /&gt;i got a feeing..that...&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make it. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1834186623509915394?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1834186623509915394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1834186623509915394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1834186623509915394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1834186623509915394'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1520244928307734173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-goodness-look-how-fast-time-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/SfQvnEtsEeI/AAAAAAAAAWs/n7zcVKYs_6U/s72-c/GetAttachment%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-8110299324063867092</id><published>2009-04-25T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:05:04.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just downloaded the planetshakers new album!&lt;br /&gt;Planetshakers - Deeper&lt;br /&gt;its very very nice, according to me..&lt;br /&gt;for those who want to download you can go to &lt;a href="http://copyz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://copyz.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-8110299324063867092?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8110299324063867092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=8110299324063867092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8110299324063867092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8110299324063867092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-downloaded-planetshakers-new-album.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-2606375373567612922</id><published>2009-04-25T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:38:47.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>witnessed something that i should never had witness.&lt;br /&gt;and never want to see it again, and never even want to cause it.&lt;br /&gt;never again.&lt;br /&gt;never take revenge, its pointless.&lt;br /&gt;the feelings makes you hit rock bottom. x(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-2606375373567612922?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2606375373567612922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=2606375373567612922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2606375373567612922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2606375373567612922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/witnessed-something-that-i-should-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-1160058062864957402</id><published>2009-04-23T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:51:30.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people are getting stranger and stranger these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people hit me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they tripped on me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt; they accused me of purposely tripping them.&lt;br /&gt;people and his friends talk and laughed at self made jokes while teacher was doing his best to teach.&lt;br /&gt;people don't admit wrong even though its so obvious that they are in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;people don't reply you because for dunno-wad-reason.&lt;br /&gt;people don't care whether you're okay or not.&lt;br /&gt;people have too high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. people. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-1160058062864957402?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1160058062864957402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=1160058062864957402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/1160058062864957402'/><link 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on Ali.&lt;br /&gt;be proud man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, just an update, exams is starting on the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is about my fitness tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4km run - 11:40 min ~B&lt;br /&gt;Standing Broad Jump - 234cm ~B&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle Run - 9.2 secs ~A&lt;br /&gt;Pull Ups - 11 times ~A&lt;br /&gt;Sit and reach - 43 ~B&lt;br /&gt;Sit Ups - 42 times (in 1 min) ~B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to retake sit ups and sit and reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they are like very close to getting A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams coming up soon so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be working hard!&lt;br /&gt;won't update too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thennn&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-3675402958499452990?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3675402958499452990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=3675402958499452990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3675402958499452990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3675402958499452990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/waaah-i-just-noticed-that-i-used-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7577474604612174487</id><published>2009-04-21T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:31:24.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think this is really really overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one sentence i should say to you, its gonna be: " Ali, YOU ROCK!"&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, we all know that the world ain't that easy-going rite?&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you feel about what you did, let me tell ya something.&lt;br /&gt;i think you're the best chairman I've ever got.&lt;br /&gt;You try to do your responsibilities as a chairman. and i know its hard.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i play a part too.&lt;br /&gt;like, playing soccer in class.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being a jerk and making life hard for you in class k?&lt;br /&gt;i know you scold us soccer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; and bite our heads of when the ball touches your Mac book, but yea, we all know that you rock.&lt;br /&gt;you're the most frigging awesome chairman a student could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;and yea, you care for us too. we all know.&lt;br /&gt;continue to do your part for the class k, we'll try to do ours too. okay, at least i would.&lt;br /&gt;and yea, making a decision that you think isn't good when being a leader DOES NOT mean you're not a good leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;letmetellyousomething&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE AN AMAZING LEADER.&lt;br /&gt;we all love yea Ali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Se3YatfYGBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xSTcAkryDk4/s1600-h/DSC00430aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327151887648561170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Se3YatfYGBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xSTcAkryDk4/s320/DSC00430aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know, its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; badly done. all the same, i really have to try taking more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&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/8695657516705157370-7577474604612174487?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7577474604612174487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7577474604612174487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7577474604612174487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7577474604612174487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-this-is-really-really-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Se3YatfYGBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xSTcAkryDk4/s72-c/DSC00430aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-8978508811911495448</id><published>2009-04-19T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:59:36.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upload your fave picture and answer the question below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/2403096206_cf3751a707_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/2403096206_cf3751a707_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why did you choose the photo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Coz i just ate a bowl in Singapore, and i still think Sarawak Kolo Mee Rocks. and i miss it.. *drooollllsss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When was the last time you ate pizza?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- OMG. the last time i went back to Kuching. bleh, about a month. I'm hungry. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last song you've listen too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- God Of My Forever by City Harvest Church. Its my favorate now and its also on my blog. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What are you doing beside answering this tag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Dozing off while writing an essay which i just realized i don't have to write. GARR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Besides your own name, how do you like people to call you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Jo. its nice wad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tag 6 persons, the following questions are related to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Jem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Desmond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Gladys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Lesley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) Daryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6) Allister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who is number 1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- A awesome guy which saved my life. thanks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No.3 has a relationship with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- haha, her boyfriend. HAPPILY EVER AFTER. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Say something about number 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- he loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHUTTLEKOIT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; he is someone i can rely on in class. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt; and he is the person i will beat in soccer in 2 years time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How about number 4? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, she loves basketball, and is a very nice girl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who is number 2? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;liverpool&lt;/span&gt; lover i guess. my good friend back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Say something to number 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- STOP BEING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;!!!! =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-8978508811911495448?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8978508811911495448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=8978508811911495448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8978508811911495448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8978508811911495448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/upload-your-fave-picture-and-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4871925294002828354</id><published>2009-04-18T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:51:52.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>17 days to go..&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4871925294002828354?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4871925294002828354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4871925294002828354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4871925294002828354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4871925294002828354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/17-days-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4067281902929370987</id><published>2009-04-08T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:27:06.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i just feel that its so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to love people.&lt;br /&gt;Especially people who kick you UNDER THE BELT twice for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know how i should stand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you LOADS for giving me the strength to go through this. I didn't hurt long. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-4067281902929370987?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4067281902929370987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4067281902929370987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4067281902929370987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4067281902929370987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-just-feel-that-its-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-3847686406330087360</id><published>2009-04-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:46:38.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOT~&lt;br /&gt;guess wad.&lt;br /&gt;Criteria for B in 2.4 km run&lt;br /&gt;Run between 10:41 - 11:40 mins&lt;br /&gt;and you know my timing?&lt;br /&gt;11:40!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;JUN JUN &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for answering my prayers. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-3847686406330087360?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3847686406330087360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=3847686406330087360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3847686406330087360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3847686406330087360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/woot-guess-wad.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6497301414141391507</id><published>2009-04-05T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:20:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fitness test coming up~&lt;br /&gt;or napha or wadeva u call it i dun k.&lt;br /&gt;haha, wish me all the best coz i wanna get gold.&lt;br /&gt;we have to do a 2.4 km run, sit and reach, standing broad jump, pullups, situps, and shuttle runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, i wanna b in everything&lt;br /&gt;2.4 under 11 mins i happy dy, dun wan to ask so much. xD&lt;br /&gt;situps and pullups must must must A!&lt;br /&gt;haha, its 45 and 7 times for A respectively if u didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, i need strength. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-6497301414141391507?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6497301414141391507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=6497301414141391507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6497301414141391507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6497301414141391507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/pe-test-coming-up-or-napha-or-wadeva-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6989055233084663549</id><published>2009-04-04T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:31:00.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry, I've failed you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again and Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if You'll forgive me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; you. Over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, it pains me too to see you sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm SORRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry for not being what I'm suppose to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-6989055233084663549?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6989055233084663549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=6989055233084663549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6989055233084663549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6989055233084663549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry-ive-failed-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-4971178488311513503</id><published>2009-03-28T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:51:53.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer CCA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I finally got my soccer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; shirts! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;super cool la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sc2dPgw3tTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6AY28DZXX6Q/s1600-h/DSC01290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318079624812934450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sc2dPgw3tTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6AY28DZXX6Q/s400/DSC01290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cost me 52 bucks. Two sets plus socks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sc2dPjd1KwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/UgsKrJfbbTs/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318079829898004946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sc2dbcw9idI/AAAAAAAAAWc/BTN2xGq4cOI/s400/DSC01291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, Its super nice rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sc2dPHWvLcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/YG6yJtD1c9k/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318079617992437186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sc2dPHWvLcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/YG6yJtD1c9k/s400/DSC01293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked so nice! It even had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Adidas&lt;/span&gt; tag on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sc2dO10ef2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/zTw-lsMAZ1M/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318079613285334882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sc2dO10ef2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/zTw-lsMAZ1M/s400/DSC01294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;, even the plastic bag used to contain the shorts have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Adidas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sry&lt;/span&gt; la if its a bit over-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never had this kinda thing back home wad. =)&lt;/div&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/8695657516705157370-4971178488311513503?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4971178488311513503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=4971178488311513503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4971178488311513503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/4971178488311513503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/yoohoo-i-finally-got-my-soccer-cca.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/Sc2dPgw3tTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6AY28DZXX6Q/s72-c/DSC01290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-8094661671521110896</id><published>2009-03-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:15:16.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its so &lt;s&gt;good &lt;/s&gt;unpleasant to be back at Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;no insult intended la, its just that i didn't want to leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt; THAT fast.. =(&lt;br /&gt;anyway lo, if i don't go back, i will never feel the joy of coming back.. as quoted by Caleb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, i find it real true lo..&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss Mummy..Jie...Best girl friend xD...all my friends...haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wanna make this term a meaningful term.&lt;br /&gt;WATCH OUT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SWAPNIL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SAURABH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ARUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna beat u guys at at least 1 or 2 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt; Hui all the best for her driving test!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u will do well and u won't crash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i go back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; u must pick me go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST YEA... x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-8094661671521110896?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8094661671521110896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=8094661671521110896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8094661671521110896'/><link rel='self' 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stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x.couver.us/images/socks/black_with_2_white_lines_soccer_socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://x.couver.us/images/socks/black_with_2_white_lines_soccer_socks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soccer-boots.com/lotto/Lotto%20zhero%20Gravity%20(Soccer-Boots.com).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.soccer-boots.com/lotto/Lotto%20zhero%20Gravity%20(Soccer-Boots.com).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11496551/Football_Soccer_Jersey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11496551/Football_Soccer_Jersey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, something hilarious happened on the way to the shops &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yesh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shellyn&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; we din really see them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; their car was a bit behind us, they were shouting and calling.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. they saw us ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then my mom say, you see the kids here so noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i looked and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; Grace was looking at me calling me with her sunglasses and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shellyn&lt;/span&gt; was laughing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yea, Barnabas was there too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we disturbed her about someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shellyn&lt;/span&gt;: *Points at Grace and makes Crying Face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barnabas: *Doing the same thing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grace: "NO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Shellyn&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SHHH&lt;/span&gt;..*points at my mom*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;loled&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, homework haven't finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt;, can anyone help me define "Surprise events"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-2796092553439994809?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2796092553439994809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6302955650389892299</id><published>2009-03-19T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:43:33.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have totally no idea facing a English essay. =(((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-6302955650389892299?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6302955650389892299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=6302955650389892299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6302955650389892299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6302955650389892299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-first-time-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-749358681802318569</id><published>2009-03-19T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:20:07.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/ScGOKtomJvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1BHk54ax4EY/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314685349973599986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/ScGOKtomJvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1BHk54ax4EY/s320/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bro went off todays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha, all the best to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though we might hate each other for being annoying, its been a pleasure to have u as a big bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone is leaving i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the part where i don't understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do i have to endure separation after separation after separation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i wish i was just a little kid, who doesn't even understand separation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is so innocent that they don't think people go for long periods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so pure hearted that they know someday they will come back, and there's nothing to be sad about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dunno, its so cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking away everything i've belonged to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spend 2 months looking forward to 1 week and spend 1 week dreading the next few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just so....=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i know, this is all because of God's plan. its hard when these things happen but oh wells, we just have to trust lo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haih, i still feel sad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-749358681802318569?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/749358681802318569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=749358681802318569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/749358681802318569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/749358681802318569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/bro-went-off-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtqR0yK6Cu8/ScGOKtomJvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1BHk54ax4EY/s72-c/DSC01223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6024652452064671896</id><published>2009-03-19T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:33:40.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aarghh, holidays nearing an end and my homework pile haven't even moved yet..=((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-6024652452064671896?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6024652452064671896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=6024652452064671896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6024652452064671896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/6024652452064671896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/aarghh-holidays-nearing-end-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-2559725188006772062</id><published>2009-03-18T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:48:04.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Major lesson learnt today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appreciate what u have now, no matter how insignificant, no matter how small they may seem.&lt;br /&gt;coz one day we might look back, and miss it like crazy, and when its gone, it won't come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-2559725188006772062?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2559725188006772062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=2559725188006772062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2559725188006772062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2559725188006772062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/major-lesson-learnt-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-6083728403354605345</id><published>2009-03-15T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:04:01.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_II8xB8Ke_u4/RutUWtqjW5I/AAAAAAAAD60/rLdBAWAvyqY/s400/Kolo+Mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_II8xB8Ke_u4/RutUWtqjW5I/AAAAAAAAD60/rLdBAWAvyqY/s400/Kolo+Mee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, its so good to be back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kolo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt; tasted super nice la. even my mouth is watering now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had this for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lctXUx9NVYw/Rv_XNWwQBAI/AAAAAAAADTs/HvRLojvpom8/s1600/JE-srklaksa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mom asked me to eat this when i wake up.super nice!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aaa&lt;/span&gt;, i love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kuching&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/8695657516705157370-6083728403354605345?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6083728403354605345/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-8695657516705157370.post-8116942184351818229</id><published>2009-03-12T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:08:12.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And in conjunction with the Blue Ocean Strategy..&lt;div&gt;we present you... the QUOTE OF THE DAY~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan Keith Chua : I know fighting isn't good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look whos talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-8116942184351818229?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-3032079913859739379</id><published>2009-03-12T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:51:40.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA, just the clarify some things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LESLEY LAU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i DO NOT know you hp number!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and due to the ULTIMATE BLURNESS of Desmond Ong, he sms-ed Jason to call u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kill Desmond for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, I'm using my friend's internet now so i have TOTALLY NO ACESS to internet okays!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not i dun wan to update or anything..xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lun, i din freakkkiing get any message la. next time i just call u k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's no hookers on soccer team kays!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wadsa problem with you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaha, packed dy, so looking forward to coming back. 2 more days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-3032079913859739379?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3032079913859739379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=3032079913859739379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3032079913859739379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/3032079913859739379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha-just-clarify-some-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-2985681038397665618</id><published>2009-03-01T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:20:43.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is in a mess.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is messy,&lt;br /&gt;i don't have some things i need for soccer..&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading PE..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether i can face another week of hectic school life. =(&lt;br /&gt;my heart is not calm...&lt;br /&gt;i haven't do SOME homework.&lt;br /&gt;waah, i gotta stop wasting my weekends away le..&lt;br /&gt;calm down Jo, calm down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-2985681038397665618?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2985681038397665618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=2985681038397665618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2985681038397665618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/2985681038397665618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-is-in-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-8958120714343749849</id><published>2009-02-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:52:13.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thechangeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/winding-path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thechangeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/winding-path.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is from Luke 15:3-6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then Jesus told them this parable: "Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, 'Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;even ONE lost sheep, the Shepherd rejoices when he finds it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just ONE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;how much more should people rejoice for a lost friend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank God for you. I'll really really cherish our friendship this time. xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-8958120714343749849?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8958120714343749849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=8958120714343749849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8958120714343749849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8958120714343749849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-from-luke-153-6-then-jesus-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-9096008198534931106</id><published>2009-02-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:20:40.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a few thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what I've experienced and learnt so far.&lt;br /&gt;exams are just exams la.&lt;br /&gt;marks are not important,&lt;br /&gt;its the EFFORT that counts.&lt;br /&gt;i realise that if u don't get good marks you have nobody to blame but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if u failed if u did your best.&lt;br /&gt;all you can do is say : "well, i did my best. "&lt;br /&gt;then i can infer that i have to right to be disappointed with myself if i don't work hard.&lt;br /&gt;simple?&lt;br /&gt;some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; blame it on the day.&lt;br /&gt;'why is today not going well for me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, i have nothing to say, u want to think that way, your problem.&lt;br /&gt;some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; blame it on life.&lt;br /&gt;'well, life's like that. you don't get it all'&lt;br /&gt;hey, no effort, of course don't get anything la.&lt;br /&gt;maybe some people blame it on teachers.&lt;br /&gt;' that teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kanasai&lt;/span&gt; la, dunno how to teach wan. '&lt;br /&gt;then how come other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; can get full marks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;the thing we should do is,&lt;br /&gt;ask ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;reflect.&lt;br /&gt;is this really all i can do?&lt;br /&gt;search deep in you heart. motivate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;how can i make myself earn the good marks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;success start from yourself. nothing is to be blamed for failure except yourself.&lt;br /&gt;of course, God plays a big part too.&lt;br /&gt;as long as you rely on him, he will guide you.&lt;br /&gt;'WE WILL NEVER SURRENDER!' -- copyright @&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kiki&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even getting good results. does that mean you have the right to shout and scream?&lt;br /&gt;jump up and down?&lt;br /&gt;what do you think the ppl who didn't get good results will feel?&lt;br /&gt;i feel we should comfort those who didn't get good results.&lt;br /&gt;build them up.&lt;br /&gt;just think, what if the person who didn't get good results was you?&lt;br /&gt;its hard rite?&lt;br /&gt;'always look at the other side of the coin' --- famous quote by Caleb which i cannot forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys, recently i like to express my point of view. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-9096008198534931106?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/9096008198534931106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=9096008198534931106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/9096008198534931106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/9096008198534931106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-few-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-824829260805828960</id><published>2009-02-11T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:01:14.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say love is about giving, not receiving.&lt;br /&gt;but can a person keep constantly give, unconditionally, without receiving anything back?&lt;br /&gt;CAN HE? OR SHE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, I've just realised that my last few posts are all wordy =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-824829260805828960?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/824829260805828960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=824829260805828960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/824829260805828960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/824829260805828960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-say-love-is-about-giving-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-5190005288343515041</id><published>2009-02-10T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:18:29.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summarizing up today..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem, Lang Arts and Core Maths are gone!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite confident about the Lang Arts and Core Maths but Chem, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;dunno whether will pass or not. hope the result not too bad la anyway.&lt;br /&gt;PE today. i was shocked and terrified when teacher said we're going for 3.2 km run.&lt;br /&gt;i was like.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but then lucky teacher was like slowing down his speed so its like okay lo.&lt;br /&gt;I SURVIVED! running all the way too! was quite pleased with my performance la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today we had FLIP (Financial Literacy something something...I forgot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and Joshua Foo was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; HIGH. and you know why?&lt;br /&gt;He was flirting the whole way with the teacher. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing on Saturday, Madam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;, we were laughing at his obsession with our teacher.. =P&lt;br /&gt;and then after that he was like so happy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that the next interesting thing that happen in school was our presentation at Language Arts period.&lt;br /&gt;our group was presenting something about Nancy which is a character in a passage.&lt;br /&gt;i was saying something like Nancy supported her husband and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;therefore&lt;/span&gt; can be counted as loyal.&lt;br /&gt;then me and teacher "argued" about that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she didn't think it can be counted as loyal. then i just said that loyalty has many meanings and you should look at it from different perspective etc. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;c. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;imagine crapping during a class lesson. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; wanted to ask some questions just for making us speechless lo.&lt;br /&gt;something like, how do you know Nancy's husband was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; Nancy supported him.&lt;br /&gt;then my friend tried and tried to explain.&lt;br /&gt;then i got a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;i said :"well, you know, there is a saying that goes 'Behind every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; man there is a WOMAN' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, and teacher laughed and applauded me and said good point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; obviously she is a woman too.&lt;br /&gt;the person who asked the question was really stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, Kenneth. I Owned YOU! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the rest of the day went back to normal lo.&lt;br /&gt;am a bit angry with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; who thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ROOMMATE" = "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ROOMMAID&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; also quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; recently when i call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; up they have so many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;some study, and battery low, or sleepy, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; taking care of babies that kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not blaming you guys la, its just a sign that i miss you guys a lot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i really miss you guys a lot.&lt;/div&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-5190005288343515041?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5190005288343515041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=5190005288343515041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5190005288343515041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/5190005288343515041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/02/summarizing-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-8196598706479916558</id><published>2009-02-06T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:55:52.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i was on the brink of crying 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;one was at 12 something something in the morning. so its counted as today also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;as i was hugging my bear to sleep it reminded me of EVERYTHING back home.&lt;br /&gt;family, friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt;, camps, everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laaa&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered my mom waving goodbye to me at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;then the tears came, but i quickly stopped them anyways.&lt;img class="gl_spell" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even close to crying now once I've thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up and did the daily things i needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;walking down for breakfast, i told myself that i wanted to make today a DIFFERENT day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, indeed it was.. in a bad way lo. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;today there was subjects like physics and chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't even understand a word what teacher was talking.&lt;br /&gt;its not like i didn't try to listen at all.&lt;br /&gt;i tried the whole freaking period.&lt;br /&gt;the worst part of it was teacher:"any questions?"&lt;br /&gt;i  really want to ask but..&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want to slow down the progress of the class.&lt;br /&gt;and so i asked Jeremy about those things, its there when i felt that i was really disturbing him from his studies in class too.&lt;br /&gt;i think he also felt annoyed lo..&lt;br /&gt;its there when i felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;desperately forcing myself to stop,&lt;br /&gt;i felt so weak, hopeless, so powerless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; really trying hard, i believe, i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; asking questions, but instead of getting answers, i am disturbing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; people's progress in their studies.&lt;br /&gt;i really really have to say sorry particularly to Jeremy who sits behind me as he is the one that always helps me in school. I'm sorry, its just that people like u with so much ambition and hope in them is so hard to find these days. never give up in everything you do. you know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about..&lt;br /&gt;and also to my prep session friend who sits beside me---&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aravindh&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, i finally got your name right)&lt;br /&gt;sorry for disturbing you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; when you're studying history with all my maths things and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but after that thing i really felt no mood to study anymore.&lt;br /&gt;then there is core maths tomorrow, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna be so in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me to look at the brighter side as there isn't one.&lt;br /&gt;what a DIFFERENT day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-8196598706479916558?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8196598706479916558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=8196598706479916558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8196598706479916558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/8196598706479916558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-was-on-brink-of-crying-2-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7560529350292402375</id><published>2009-01-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:49:02.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; at school is really pro.&lt;br /&gt;they blocked everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shoutmix&lt;/span&gt;.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss the good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8695657516705157370-7560529350292402375?l=song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7560529350292402375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695657516705157370&amp;postID=7560529350292402375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7560529350292402375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695657516705157370/posts/default/7560529350292402375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://song-of-a-broken-heart.blogspot.com/2009/01/internet-ppl-at-school-is-really-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15670278214045715416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695657516705157370.post-7858120401882779077</id><published>2009-01-26T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:59:05.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.2dayblog.com/images/2008/february/cny_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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