<?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-33793769</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:26:52.137+08:00</updated><category term='Prefects..'/><category term='Rambling'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Trips'/><category term='Boredom'/><category term='Things'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Gross'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Exams..'/><category term='Wishlist'/><title type='text'>The Epitome's Of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-4988257498697940642</id><published>2009-07-03T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:22:54.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed My URL</title><content type='html'>I've made another blog and will be using that from now on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please change my link.. Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ineradicablememories.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-4988257498697940642?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/4988257498697940642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=4988257498697940642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4988257498697940642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4988257498697940642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/07/changed-my-url.html' title='Changed My URL'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-7503136285258338403</id><published>2009-07-02T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:05:11.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first composition..</title><content type='html'>I just finish composing my very first song!! OMG!!! Damn excited.. The lyrics are from the poem that me, Cherly and Ehsan did for English.. This is how it happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom + Lyrics = Guitar + Melody = MY VERY FIRST SONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being myself, I doubt it song will ever get out... So far only my sis has heard it and she said the melody's nice.. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-7503136285258338403?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/7503136285258338403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=7503136285258338403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/7503136285258338403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/7503136285258338403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-composition.html' title='My first composition..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-740140035791319398</id><published>2009-06-30T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:04:45.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Group's "Award" Winning Poem</title><content type='html'>Last week we had a poem writing competition in our class for english.. We got into our own groups and started writing on a poem with the theme "Beauty Is Just Skin Deep". Me, Cherly and Ehsan made our own group. I dunno bout the others but I had tons of fun doing this got we came up with sooo much crap.. Lol.. Anywayz, we only found out today that we won 1st.. FIRST!!!! Muahahahaha.. So all my "emo" poem writing skills have come to good use.. Damn all those people use to think my poem's are emoooo and condemned it.. Muahahaha.. XD.. Oh ya, we won a small box of Cadbury Assortment chocolates which made Cherly go super high and crazy.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the poem we wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at me,&lt;br /&gt;You will not only see,&lt;br /&gt;Another part of beauty,&lt;br /&gt;That loves being so wonderfully me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is beauty?&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is more than meets the eye,&lt;br /&gt;And you cannot lie,&lt;br /&gt;For that's the reason why,&lt;br /&gt;We are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an oyster that's ugly on the outsdie,&lt;br /&gt;But very valuable on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;True beauty can be hidden from sight,&lt;br /&gt;But can always shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding true love we have no clue,&lt;br /&gt;A beauty so deep hidden from view,&lt;br /&gt;Outward beauty may deceive,&lt;br /&gt;But a pure and kind heart will always give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is just skin deep,&lt;br /&gt;For a sincere heart is mine to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By : Cherly Phua Xue Li, Elaina Teng, Muhd. Nur Ehsan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-740140035791319398?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/740140035791319398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=740140035791319398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/740140035791319398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/740140035791319398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-groups-award-winning-poem.html' title='My Group&apos;s &quot;Award&quot; Winning Poem'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-5396356186244868944</id><published>2009-06-26T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:16:24.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Micheal Jackson Passed Away!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG!! I didn't actullay know what had happened till I noticed that all the radio channels were playing MJ's songs.. So I was like WTH? Why are all the channels playing his songs... Izit his birthday or did he die.. I was like why la?? Then I heard while channel surfing in the car, the last part of the DJ's explaining why they were playing MJ's songs. It was something like "MJ's in the house.. in spirit.." I was like WTH!??!?!?!??!?!? MJ's dead.. When I reached home, I quickly rushed to the tv and turned to the news channel (which I've never done before) and it was seriously true.. They wrote at the bottom Michael Jackson dies.. I was OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't fathom that he's gone!! And he was suppose to go on tour soon!! Oh man.. Though he looks kinda freaky coz he's really white but come on.. Have you heard his songs!!! They rock wei!! Man.. I'm really gonna miss him wei!! Thank God there is always his songs!! He is totally legendary and he will always be remembered!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace Michael!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-5396356186244868944?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/5396356186244868944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=5396356186244868944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/5396356186244868944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/5396356186244868944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/06/micheal-jackson-passed-away.html' title='Micheal Jackson Passed Away!!!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-6717294280415206682</id><published>2009-06-24T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:58:06.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Year..</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but I feel compelled to write this.. At this moment I don't really care whether its emo or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I would have been busy with RC Prom Nite just like how my juniors are now.. I would be attending endless meetings to make sure everything's done and going through the emotions with 14 great other people and a great Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm left to ponder where my friendships went wrong. I lost almost 90% of my frens when I became and exco and at the same time I gained 14 other new, talented and not to mention fun brother's, sister's or whatever you want to call them. Not forgetting a super fun, understanding, experienced, father figure. My year with them can never be explained through mere words. We've gone through all the emotions together. Though we are of different races and religious backgrounds, we still stood by each other supporting each one when they needed it. All of us went through each set of our problems but we always found solace is each other's company. I would never trade anything else for the unforgettable times I had with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was away, my school friends decided to stop waiting for me to catch up with them so they moved on without me. Most of my time was spent with a new group of friends and the activities we organized so whenever I was free, I was too exhausted to go hang out with them. And being so overwhelmed by the work load of the organizing, studies, and keeping up with my friends, it didn't give me much time to catch up with them and alot of times forgot that I was suppose to RSVP them. I missed loads of bday's, outings and parties. So slowly but surely, they just stopped inviting me for things, and I just stopped trying to keep up with the lastest gossip within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, its pretty much the same. The starting of the year was a bit awkward and pretty sucky. I was condemned by my friends. They cursed PBSM for reasons I still don't know. To them I had my name was non-existent. My primary name was Emo. If they wanted to call me from the front of the class, they would shout Oi, Emo! EEEEEMMMOOO!!! and I had to answer to that name. So this went on for almost half the year when I finally told a close friend (who was nice enough not to be like the rest and replace my name with Emo) how I felt and he/she told the person who most frequented calling me that. We more or less settled that and went BACK to pretty much not talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to be so close to everyone, or so I thought. Now even touching them is like a disease. Wait, not even touching them, standing next to them is already like a disease. I mean how is someone suppose to feel when you go up to them, say hey and just stand next to them and in a split second, everyone runs in all direction and just leave you standing there?? Seriously, how am I suppose to react? *it is abit exaggerated bout the split second and running part but the rest happens. I use to able to sit next to them and be okay. But now I can't stand within a few feets radius. I gotta admit things have gotten better but its really pains me to see their reaction when they see that I'm coming towards them. And I guess like all friends do, they made new, better, more fun friends while I was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so disconnected from my friends I've ever felt. I felt like I've lost all my friends while I was away. And I will never regret being away. I always hoped that some how though I was away for some time that I would still be one of them but I guess that isn't coming through. I really wanted to hold on to the hope that I would still have them as friends after I leave school but I guess that's not going to happen and I just have to live in the real world and face the facts. So I guess this how far my friendship goes with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P/S : Names were not mentioned in this post for obvious reasons. The people SHOULD know who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=&gt; I would hope that one of them would read it and finally understand why I react the way I do and just understand.&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/33793769-6717294280415206682?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/6717294280415206682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=6717294280415206682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/6717294280415206682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/6717294280415206682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-year.html' title='My Year..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-2914649336612112611</id><published>2009-06-20T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:55:24.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hujung Dunia by Nitrus</title><content type='html'>I currently crazy over this song!! Weee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau akan ku tunggu&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga hujung dunia&lt;br /&gt;Kau akan selalu bersamaku...&lt;br /&gt;Biar masa pergi&lt;br /&gt;Biar masa tinggal kita&lt;br /&gt;Kau akan selalu kan bersama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar semuanya yang indah&lt;br /&gt;Biar semuanya yang indah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau dan aku mungkinkah&lt;br /&gt;Kau akan percaya bersama mimpi kita&lt;br /&gt;Apa daya yang mungkin ku rasa&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah ini semua dusta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh..ohh..ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau akan ku tunggu&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga hujung dunia&lt;br /&gt;Kau akan selalu bersamaku...&lt;br /&gt;Biar masa pergi&lt;br /&gt;Biar masa tinggal kita&lt;br /&gt;Kau akan selalu kan bersama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar semuanya yang indah&lt;br /&gt;Biar semuanya yang indah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau dan aku mungkinkah&lt;br /&gt;Kau akan percaya bersama mimpi kita&lt;br /&gt;Apa daya yang mungkin ku rasa&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah ini semua dusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan semuanya indah&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan semuanya indah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-2914649336612112611?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/2914649336612112611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=2914649336612112611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2914649336612112611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2914649336612112611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/06/hujung-dunia-by-nitrus.html' title='Hujung Dunia by Nitrus'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-9101447571383750852</id><published>2009-06-11T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:05:52.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>The Sick Bug</title><content type='html'>Yes as the title says.. I have been infected with the sick bug.. Haih.. At the moment, my nose is blocked and I can feel a sore throat coming.. Why?!?!?! Not now! Not when I want to enjoy the last few days of my holidays!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that I have a Bible Knowledge exam on Sunday to study for and a moral folio to finish up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a totally random thing.. At first when I got his msg, I was like oh, he remembers me... Well, he sorta proved me wrong.. After 3 msges of asking how I am and stuff, he asked whether I could help him.. -.-' la.. It was so argh-ish.. You dun msg me for like 2 weeks or so, cos I dun seem to fit in with ur college life, and out of the blue you msg me and some how u remember me when u need help .. Its not like I dun want to help him but he made it seem like he only msges me when he needs something.. Being the nice person I am, I agreed to help him out and then the msges stop.. When he msges again, he asks me to msg him when its done.. And when its done, no msg, nothing... Man, this dude really knows how to use people.. Idiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Just needed to vent bout that.. So whatever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-9101447571383750852?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/9101447571383750852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=9101447571383750852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/9101447571383750852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/9101447571383750852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick-bug.html' title='The Sick Bug'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-2615989486595710512</id><published>2009-06-09T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:44:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MISS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you guys soo much.. Seeing us together in camp made me realise how much I miss being with u guys and going to HQ and just hanging out with you guys and do nothing but talk and hang around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank you guys for giving so much experience, fun and memories... I hope that distance and time doesn't break us apart.. You guys are like my family now..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Si6BTD3DSBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/O_YvBObdKTI/s1600-h/1_707979164l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345351972189063186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Si6BTD3DSBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/O_YvBObdKTI/s320/1_707979164l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Si6BTAkGK9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/pkKTxDZnPes/s1600-h/Wow!+Nice+Man!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345351971304254418" style="FLOAT: left; 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WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Si6BTcFT7wI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IL7ubj002tM/s320/1_961556106l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Si6DKZ_feJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-Sf_sUjYspQ/s1600-h/DSCN0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345354022534477970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Si6DKZ_feJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-Sf_sUjYspQ/s320/DSCN0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/33793769-2615989486595710512?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/2615989486595710512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=2615989486595710512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2615989486595710512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2615989486595710512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Si6BTD3DSBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/O_YvBObdKTI/s72-c/1_707979164l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-356901082466062953</id><published>2009-06-08T14:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:58:08.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>More pics of Tutti Reunion 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've uploaded MORE pics upon Suey Erz's request.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Siy6jQ2pVtI/AAAAAAAAADw/_A1-OD-LapY/s1600-h/DSCN0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344851972764292818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Siy6jQ2pVtI/AAAAAAAAADw/_A1-OD-LapY/s320/DSCN0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Si0lYTm-FvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5zDQgBYK_pg/s1600-h/DSCN0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344969432269461234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Si0lYTm-FvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5zDQgBYK_pg/s320/DSCN0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Si0lZJtyFHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fyIq0iX3J5Y/s1600-h/DSCN0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344969446793548914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Si0lZJtyFHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fyIq0iX3J5Y/s320/DSCN0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-356901082466062953?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/356901082466062953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=356901082466062953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/356901082466062953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/356901082466062953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-pics-of-tutti-reunion-2009.html' title='More pics of Tutti Reunion 2009'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Siy6jQ2pVtI/AAAAAAAAADw/_A1-OD-LapY/s72-c/DSCN0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-2841528121693666957</id><published>2009-06-08T13:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:50:17.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mahes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; I know I'm a day late but I still wanted to wish you a very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 17th Birthday!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You've been a great frend and an even greater leader.. Thank you for the fun we've had together and the fighting!! Hhehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Siym6t6uWlI/AAAAAAAAADY/Lszd_lWqkcY/s1600-h/DSCN0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344830385470462546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Siym6t6uWlI/AAAAAAAAADY/Lszd_lWqkcY/s320/DSCN0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Siym65TLUPI/AAAAAAAAADg/QqXYPtsmcVo/s1600-h/DSCN0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344830388525814002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Siym65TLUPI/AAAAAAAAADg/QqXYPtsmcVo/s320/DSCN0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you had a wonderful birthday.. Wishing you a wonderful year ahead and good luck for your SPM!! And stay cool and fun!! Woo.. Take care Mages!! Love ya!! =)&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/33793769-2841528121693666957?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/2841528121693666957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=2841528121693666957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2841528121693666957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2841528121693666957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-mahes.html' title='Happy Birthday Mahes!!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/Siym6t6uWlI/AAAAAAAAADY/Lszd_lWqkcY/s72-c/DSCN0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-1275872249822536916</id><published>2009-06-07T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:53:27.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Tutti Reunion @ Tutti Movie Mania 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a really memorable day because it was so fun and chun-ted.. This is the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was almost left behind because "someone".. *coughs* Kelvin *coughs* told my 9.30... I reach just in time.. Thank God.. We were divided into groups to follow in cars and exco 2008 got to ride with sir (except Pang.. sorry!!) It was a really fun and funny ride to Selvaa where we ate our breakfast and chao-ed and continued our journey to Aeon Bukit Tinggi.. We entered Aeon with a really grand entrance like thing cos we were all wearing the same shirt only in different colours.. On the way there we saw a few members and as we went up the escalator toward TGV we saw that almost the whole cinema was crowded with our members.. Anyways, to cut the story short (because this is a really really really really long story and those who know me know that I like to include lots and lots of details so it'll be even longer), we had the whole cinema hall to ourselves and had a blast.. And for those who want to know, we watched Night at The Museum 2.. Here are some pics.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344807779260088882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiySW3OKwjI/AAAAAAAAACg/o1zIYfwHGro/s320/DSCN0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group picture before leaving HQ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344807787983561522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiySXXuAYzI/AAAAAAAAACw/4zmBebWMujE/s320/DSCN0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kawan!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiySXCmDkKI/AAAAAAAAACo/khVYPclBl4g/s1600-h/DSCN0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344807782313070754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiySXCmDkKI/AAAAAAAAACo/khVYPclBl4g/s320/DSCN0431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of my Exco's with Sir in HQ.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiyXCiLZCPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OBqpSsd_RpY/s1600-h/DSCN0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344812927572052210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiyXCiLZCPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OBqpSsd_RpY/s320/DSCN0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ever cool and cute buddy, Kiritaaran!!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiyXCETtdSI/AAAAAAAAADA/qTB_To9fjRs/s1600-h/DSCN0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344812919553881378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiyXCETtdSI/AAAAAAAAADA/qTB_To9fjRs/s320/DSCN0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two craziest people I know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelvin Hong, Hong Seng... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiyXCZ8BnaI/AAAAAAAAADI/3dEaQuhcNnY/s1600-h/DSCN0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344812925360119202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiyXCZ8BnaI/AAAAAAAAADI/3dEaQuhcNnY/s320/DSCN0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sir and I.. Hahaha.. He looks so formal.. hehehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiyXB23cVeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LUZGWUaBz_o/s1600-h/DSCN0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344812915945657826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiyXB23cVeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LUZGWUaBz_o/s320/DSCN0434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mard Know (Mat No(u)r)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nicest and funniest guy I've ever known..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3!!!&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are alot more pics but I got lazy uploading.. Hehehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33793769-1275872249822536916?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/1275872249822536916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=1275872249822536916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/1275872249822536916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/1275872249822536916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/06/tutti-reunion-tutti-movie-mania-2009.html' title='Tutti Reunion @ Tutti Movie Mania 2009'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SiySW3OKwjI/AAAAAAAAACg/o1zIYfwHGro/s72-c/DSCN0430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-4746398981966351184</id><published>2009-05-26T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:01:31.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishlist'/><title type='text'>I Wish :</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dun have to study anymore, which will sorta come true since 2moro my exams are done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I pass all my subjects..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can stop feeling panicky over small things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can be lazy and not do anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can get everything done in time for camp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know the reason why people think my blog is emo though I try so hard for it not to be..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can find a red Baju Melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it would rain and rain and rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Malaysia would stop being so humid and hot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my plant would show signs of growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my parents stop nagging me bout my studies and stuff..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dun have to leave school..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dun need to think about my future.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many I wish's.. Some might come true, some may not. But I guess that's how we become the people we are today because of the challenges we face and the determination of facing and beating those challenges that get in the way.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/33793769-4746398981966351184?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/4746398981966351184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=4746398981966351184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4746398981966351184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4746398981966351184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish.html' title='I Wish :'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-1965098623689399919</id><published>2009-05-24T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:29:44.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Blog</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot bout my friendster blog till I was going through my friendster.. I never knew my blog last time was so nice.. (the posts).. Though most of it was forwarded mail I was glad I actually posted them cause those stories are really touching, for example the one below.. The post that I wrote on my own were really noob-ish but I guess that's how everyone see's themselves like 3-4 years ago rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much a person can change in just a few years.. Hmmm.. Makes you think what you're gonna be like when your an adult and when you are actually adult you'll think back bout all your younger more youthful days.. Weird rite?? When ur young, you think bout when ur old and when ur old you think back to when ur young.. Shouldn't it be like when we're young, we should just enjoy bout just being young and when we're adult just enjoy things in life as an adult.. Life changes and some how you can't compare you life now and how it was when you were younger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much random and redundant ranting.. Sorry guys!! Just suddenly felt like blogging bout something that came to mind and not giving a damn bout what people think bout the post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways going back to the point of the post which is my old blog.. For those of you who would like to read somemore really touching stories, (and my noob-ishness of my blogging skills a few years ago) you guys can go to &lt;a href="http://elainateng.blog.friendster.com/"&gt;http://elainateng.blog.friendster.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Yes no emo URL unlike this blog.. XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I need your feedback on why do you find my blog is emo (if you think it is) and whether I should change my blog's URL. Thanks.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-1965098623689399919?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/1965098623689399919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=1965098623689399919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/1965098623689399919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/1965098623689399919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-old-blog.html' title='My Old Blog'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-2975113269454398303</id><published>2009-05-24T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:57:04.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day I decided to quit…I quit my job, my relationship, my Spirituality. I wanted to quit my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer surprised me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?" "Yes", I replied. "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo." He said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit." He said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant…But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle." He said to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have act ually been growing roots?". "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you." "Don’t compare yourself to others." He said.&lt;br /&gt;"The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"How high should I rise?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"As high as it can?" I questioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the forest and bring back this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ It is not the length of life, but the depth of life ~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-2975113269454398303?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/2975113269454398303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=2975113269454398303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2975113269454398303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2975113269454398303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-day-i-decided-to-quiti-quit-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-7742901751542022747</id><published>2009-05-23T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:11:50.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things To Ponder..</title><content type='html'>I screwed up my WHOLE Biology Paper 3!! Question 1 where the give u like everything and you only need to fill in the blanks was so totally shitty.. Instead of writing minutes den seconds I just wrote the seconds.. (There are 2 clocks one with 60 and 30 and ur reading must be based on that).. Yeah well, I read the clocks wrongly and thus wrongly writing down the answer.. SHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2 of Paper 3 was like WHHHHHAAAAT??!??!?!??! Did we ever learn bout this experiment before.. It was about enzymes and rate of reaction of enzymes.. I thought that I understood the question and did (tembak-ed) the experiment correctly till AFTER the exams when my experiment wasn't anywhere close to my frens.. I was like SHIT!! FAIL LA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology paper 2 was hard as in like &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;-huh?!?! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-ahhhh... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;-remember?? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;- DIE!!!.. There was this whole part bout the thoraic verterbrae and labelling the part of the verterbrae.. That whole part was pretty much blank.. Well, I can only wait to see if I really did fail my bio.. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes my hope of not failing any subject.. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;totally lighter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;note, I watched this movie called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Hot Fuzz' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its a thriller, action, comedy, twisted movie... Its seriously soo cool.. The only sucky part bout the movie is it has a really heavy British accent so alot of the time I was like wert?? what did he say?? You guys should go watch it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its like 1.55am.. I should be getting to bed by now.. Ngeh... Its friday who cares... Lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-7742901751542022747?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/7742901751542022747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=7742901751542022747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/7742901751542022747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/7742901751542022747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-things-to-ponder.html' title='Some Things To Ponder..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-3781064726839432467</id><published>2009-05-21T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:00:22.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams..'/><title type='text'>Exams...</title><content type='html'>Rant rant rant.. Vent vent vent.. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have blogged at a better time of the week or day but instead i have to choose now.. It's like 11.54pm, Thursday nite.. There's a bio paper 2moro (bio paper 2 and 3) but yet I'm still here in front of the comp ranting away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't studied my bio but I'm still not doing anything bout it.. I panicked, started to study, decided to go to sleep but detoured to the comp.. X.. So me.. I can't keep focused and I'm super stressed out bout my bio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I totally &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flunked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my sejarah paper 1.. WTH!! It's suppose to be easy coz its multiple choice rite.. WRONG!! I answered like the total opposite of what the question wants.. Ergh!!! If I read the question hard enough I would have gotten the answer but no.. I relied on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;INSTINCTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.. I should be getting to bed now or I'm gonna be killer moody in the morning and so totally late for school, like I'm not always already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-3781064726839432467?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/3781064726839432467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=3781064726839432467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/3781064726839432467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/3781064726839432467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams.html' title='Exams...'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-6136127157426201508</id><published>2009-04-19T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:12:10.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog</title><content type='html'>Damn.. I'm seriously fed-up editing my blog, like seriously.. Argh!! Everytime I think I get sum part rite, another part gets spoilt and looks even more retarded then before I touched it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo for those who are saying why my blog is so simple and plain, here's what I'm gonna say to you.. If you dun like it then dun visit.. It's plain and simple.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a totally random thing where I feel like writing what I did today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to church for Bible Knowledge class and was practically falling asleep (the whole class was the same) coz sleeping late the night before..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for Powerfun (its a kids church service where I help out), helped out with worship and helped my sister teach the younger kids.. and OMG!!! They are freaking adorable!!! Their innocence is soooo cute and funny... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had meeting for Tutti which was quite fun and HUMID!! (why couldn't today rain or something)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Good Samaritan Home.. During visit saw them prac martial arts which was really cool.. All the kids, who are younger than me, could do pumping ON THEIR KNUCKLES.. Even the girls wei.. Killer rite?? It was a really funny time seeing them doing all sorts of non-sense in between.. Haha.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had McD's for dinner..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And here I am blogging.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that was pretty much my day.. 2moro I have to face the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;longest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day of my week.. Damn.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Random thought of the post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I seriously hate the hot season, it makes me feel like sun-burnt and hot all the time.. grr.... &gt;=(&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/33793769-6136127157426201508?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/6136127157426201508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=6136127157426201508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/6136127157426201508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/6136127157426201508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blog.html' title='My blog'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-4410151136314296659</id><published>2009-04-09T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:28:19.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta get my act together..</title><content type='html'>Oh man, really need to rant!! Monthly exams will be done 2moro (YAY!) but it'll be the 2 hardest subjects togther!! (Sejarah and Add Maths).. X|.. Die.. Lol.. Adding to the fear of failing almost all my science subjects and the very high probability of failing add maths, though I haven't sat for the test yet, my life seems to be all over the place.. I'm :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having trouble sleeping (waking up at like every hour from 3am) is not a good sign.. &lt;br /&gt;Getting fat.. *really need to get into the routine of exercising EVERYDAY.. &lt;br /&gt;Feeling really lethargic from all the tuitions everyday.. &lt;br /&gt;And worst of all, feeling super disappointed in myself for dunno what reason.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm unable to get done the simplest job and will let the ppl who rely on me down... Hmmm... I need to get my self confidence back!! WHERE HAVE YOU GONE WHEN I REALLY NEED YOU!?!??! X|..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I gotta go back to studyin now.. Argghh.. Lame-ness... XD.. Now i'm just crapping.. hopefully, I'll update my blog soon again.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-4410151136314296659?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/4410151136314296659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=4410151136314296659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4410151136314296659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4410151136314296659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-get-my-act-together.html' title='Gotta get my act together..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-736901972926541723</id><published>2008-12-19T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:19:52.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>A much needed update &amp; Melaka trip part 1</title><content type='html'>Lol.. My blog is officially dead.. No mood la wanna type everything.. XD.. Everything's coming to an end.. 1 day till its 2009.. DAMN!! Time goes by fast.. SPM is nearer!! Haih.. Well, the year 2008 has been really eventful, exciting, paling emo, and the most challenging.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I actually wrote this a week ago, but didn't have the time to complete it and post.. bleh, who cares??? Let me try to sum up the year 2008.. Challenging, stressful, crazy, hectic, bombastic, fun, funny, painful and everything a person can feel.. I've been through it all with 14 other wonderful people... They are my Majlis Exco Belia 2008.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are sum of my frens who are reading this and going PBSM again ar?.. All I gotta say is, its part of my life so deal with it!! I've learnt so much from this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of what I've learnt, is so valuable to me.. I have learnt to be more patient, understanding and I've learnt alot about other cultures like why they have to do certain things and why certain celebrations are celebrated.. It has really been an eye opener.. And we're all from different races but treat each other equally.. To us, there's no such thing as guy or girl (though there are still boundaries), no malay, indian, chinese.. We all are one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our very last activity together, we decided to go for a holiday.. It was suppose to be pulau tioman but the monsoon season stopped all plans.. So we went to melaka instead.. We took a bus there coz our van was already booked.. It might sound kinda lame, but the public bus ride was fun!! Weee.. XD.. We brought backpacks instead of luggage bags coz we had to walk alot but girls being girls, brought really heavy backpacks and made use of the guys.. Sorry guys but you are meant for that plus you get to flex ur muscles.:P..  Man, we spent money there like children of rich parents... Hahah.. We stayed in a bungalow in A'Famosa Resort.. We had OUR VERY OWN POOL!! How can anyone not like your own pool?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! The first suckiest thing bout the place was the bloody door couldn't open coz the battery in the lock was dead so we had to make some calls and like 10 mins later, the maintainence people came and changed it.. The other suckiest things were, they said that there was a hot tub(too good to be true) but it seemed to have vanished when we came, there was only like one plug point and one phone, the heater and hair dryer for the girls bathroom decided to stop functioning, and there was one more thing but I forgot.. XD.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding our rooms and dumping our bags there and changing into our shorts, we all were soon splashing about in the pool... Somethings went down in the pool that I think I can't and shouldn't say but lets just say you were an outsider, who would be like OOOOOOOMMMMMGGGGGGG!!!!!!!! But we treat each other like bro's and sis's so there was no bad intentions.. Hahaha.. But that event caused me a blue black on my hip.. The story is, my fren was outside the pool like to do sum trick into the water and I was in the water.. So as I was trying to escape from him hitting, he kicked me in the hip so hard it bruised me.. Hahaha.. It was definately painful but it wasn't too bad.. We swam for bout 4 hours I think before we got out and took turns to bathe.. And at nite we went to cowboy town where everything was bloody expensive.. Just the entry was like RM40 for the 4D cinema and sum red-indian show.. The entry didn't include the rides you wanted to sit in there.. There was this bungee-jumping type like ride only ur kinda flug into the air with the harnest and stuff.. After that we went on to the 4D cinema but we went in half-way so we didn't know what was the story about but it was really scary.. It was about a haunted office and it seriously was scary.. After the movie, we went to the red-indian movie which was the highlight of the day.. We made so much noise, the emcee and the actors and stuff knew us at the end of the night.. We started wavying at them, they gave us the look like, "oh, your the crazy, screaming group we passed" and gave us really wide smiles.. It was super chun la.. Its indescribeable..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-736901972926541723?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/736901972926541723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=736901972926541723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/736901972926541723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/736901972926541723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2008/12/much-needed-update-melaka-trip-part-1.html' title='A much needed update &amp; Melaka trip part 1'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-7704899926561318345</id><published>2008-04-28T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:29:25.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><title type='text'>On my mind..</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't updated my blog for sometime now and I'm waiting for my modem to warm up I'll write sum stuff that's been happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from camp yesterday.. It was a BSMM leadership camp.. It was super fun but also tiring but when ur having fun you dun feel it.. It all felt worth it at the end of the day.. We had water games, and really physical activities.. We had an activity called Night Walk which by the name you'll know that we did it at nite.. The experience was quite scary and challenging.. And some people saw things that they didn't want and heard things they wouldn't want.. All in all everything was a way to learn and experience and improve one's self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most people know, BSMM's HQ was burnt down on 20/4/2008 (Sunday)... Everyone was devastated and shocked by it.. We had an activity on Saturday, a major one where most school's around Klang had to come to HQ.. And no one expected that the very next day that it would be gone.. I guess we didn't really appreciate and took advantage of HQ before this.. This has really opened our eyes to everything.. And the exco's were worried that the activity on the coming Saturday would be canceled.. But Sir pushed us and said that why should we cancel it after all our hard work.. And he said that encouraged all of us.. "The building may burn down, but the society will never burn down" (it may not be the exact words).. What he said is true and our activities shouldn't be put on hold because of this and that we should push on.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other matters, mid-year is like next week and I'm still slacking around.. GRRR.. I know I should be studying but I just can't seem to finish the endless amounts of hw.. Arrghhh... And I've gotta prove to my parents that I can be better.. Haih.. Most students can relate to the part of being heavily pressured by the parents.. Sometimes why can't our parents see it from our point of view and be in our position and see how it feels like being us for a day and being constantly pressured by them.. Haih.. But life's like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things happening that I just can't seem to catch up with.. Grrr.. Dun wanna ramble on too long.. Some people might complain.. *hint hint*.. XP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, there are Tutti Car Wash tickes for sale.. RM 10 each.. 18th-19th May from 9am-3pm.. And even if u dun want us to wash yours/your parents car, please buy one just to support us ya!!! Thanks.. If any enquiries feel free to ask me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry if my entry sounded formal.. XD..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-7704899926561318345?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/7704899926561318345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=7704899926561318345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/7704899926561318345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/7704899926561318345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-my-mind.html' title='On my mind..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-8501222217233790162</id><published>2008-04-23T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:05:25.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lookee That An Update!</title><content type='html'>Harlow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaina is too lazy to update her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I'm such a good *cough*kaypoh*cough* friend, I shall update for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random-ness ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol tonight at 8PM! And Gossip Girl at 10PM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID COOK AND DAVID ARCHULETA FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FTW = for the win (Would make this a smaller font but there's no smaller-font button)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-8501222217233790162?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/8501222217233790162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=8501222217233790162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/8501222217233790162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/8501222217233790162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-lookee-that-update.html' title='Oh Lookee That An Update!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-3695399579152441834</id><published>2008-01-28T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:13:01.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Forgetful!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh man!! I'm been so freaking forgetful dis past few days its irritating!! Lol.. Since 'some person' said I write emo post and all I'll try to write something not emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been really stressful! Man, I can't imagine form 5.. Form 4 feels like a totally different world compared to form 3!! And I hate my add maths teacher!! She's really err.. killer?? Lol.. I can't even find a word to describe her.. My frens gave her a name, and its kinda perverted so I won't post the name.. She's seriously irritating.. She give TONNES of homework one shot.. Killer ALOT!! The excercises she gives can take up to 5-10 pages on ONE DAY of her teaching and she goes killer fast you dun even understand what the hell she just taught.. Her talking is not fast but her teaching is like swoosh.. Its like if you blink you'll miss one topic.. Yes, that's how fast she teaches.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me bout my Bio teacher!! OMG!! She's practically useless.. Lucky, its the subject where u can learn on your own or seriously my chances of going into a career which involves Bio would be *poof*.. She teaches EVERYTHING in Malay and only uses English when she uses the terms.. I have no idea what the hell she's talking about and act like I actually do, so does the whole class.. Hahaha.. My class can never be quiet except for maybe Add Maths cause I think everyone's too scared to miss something.. Seriously, every subject their really noisy but for Add Maths their quite silent.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like my class cause I have most of the gang in the same class and its not those type of class where all the students are always studying and really goody goody.. My class have nerds but their not that nerdy.. Their smart dudes and they know when to play and when to study (most of the time)... But I hate that the class is so freaking small and their like fitting 50 students into that small bloody class.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap man.. I have 2 frens who got accepted into an asrama.. Damn.. And I close to both of them.. And both of them are quite reluctant to go but what to do when parents have power over you.. Man, I'll miss both of them like mad!! And I like to disturb both of you.. Crap!! I dun have ppl to disturb!! Time to go find new victims.. hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be a possibilty I'll change my blog's URL cause 'some person' said it was SOO EMO... Lol.. I won't say who.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: There's a fine line between EMO and just plain PISSED OFF.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-3695399579152441834?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/3695399579152441834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=3695399579152441834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/3695399579152441834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/3695399579152441834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2008/01/forgetful.html' title='Forgetful!!!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-9008168991635840323</id><published>2008-01-13T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:57:17.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back??</title><content type='html'>Hey people!! Sorry for not updating my blog!! My comp was out of service for bout 2 weeks.. Haha.. Well, a new year has come and new beginnings.. Hahaha... Let me update ya'll on what has happened so far.. Hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December, I went for camp in Kuala Selangor and when I came back I had 'souvenirs'.. Hahaha.. My hands had marks of the mosquitos bites (FYI, the mosquitos in the Kuala Selangor jungle are really vicious and BIG not fat plain BIG and brave.. They dun fly away when u shoo them and their suckers are really painful when they bite..) Well, besides that the camp was quite fun.. hahaha.. We got tortured in camp as we were B-team.. For those of you who dunno, B-team is a process before becoming an exco in PBSM HQ Chapter Klang, its the highest post u can get as a student.. Hahaha.. So anyway, we got tortured like mad and we wore the same shirt for 3 whole days and yes, we didn't bathe for 3 days.. Hahaha.. I felt like scratching my skin off coz of how sticky I felt.. Lol.. And everyone had to share one big dulang to eat.. Can u imagine 14-15 girls sitting around the plate just to eat and everyone's in a really bad mood.. Hahaha.. yes that spells utter chaos and lots of fighting.. Hahaha.. But all in all, the camp was super fun.. Hahaha.. Memories!!! Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the camp, my decemeber was quite uneventful.. hahaha.. Lets go to this month.. Hahaha.. Well, the biggest achievement of this year is I SLEPT ON MY OWN!! Lol.. I've been sleeping with my sis b4 this and my parents forced me to start learning to sleep alone and so I did.. Hahaha.. I fell asleep fast coz I purposely made myself really tired.. XD.. hhaha.. Besides that, I became an Exco.. Hahaha.. I made it through the B-team process and became an Exco.. School started adi and I dun have enough sleep.. Hahaha.. My schedule is like jam packed especially tuesday and thursday.. Can die wei.. I have to rush from one thing to another.. Hahaha.. Even on Saturdays and Sundays I have no rest.. =.= Lol.. And I don't know how many times I've heard "Form 4 is not a honey moon year".. I think I might go crazy if someone tells me that one more time.. Hahaha... Life is pretty much getting back to normal only for the fact that I have school till 1.40 and more subjects to study for.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides that I have nothing much to say.. Hope you guys are satisfied?? hahaha.. Sorry for killing my blog.. At least I brought it back to life rite?? Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-9008168991635840323?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/9008168991635840323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=9008168991635840323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/9008168991635840323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/9008168991635840323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back??'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-8767006667483837906</id><published>2007-11-28T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:50:03.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Few of the pics of the Genting trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/R02LeTd-g2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/d9f7R1D0ePs/s1600-h/genting+2007+group+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/R02LeTd-g2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/d9f7R1D0ePs/s320/genting+2007+group+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137916102637945698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/R02LeTd-g3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bajZAwX8O4w/s1600-h/group+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/R02LeTd-g3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bajZAwX8O4w/s320/group+pic+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137916102637945714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/R02LeTd-g4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/g03f3YUVuFM/s1600-h/group+pic+(bumper+cars).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/R02LeTd-g4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/g03f3YUVuFM/s320/group+pic+(bumper+cars).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137916102637945730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/R02Lejd-g5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3YTUEa7Tma4/s1600-h/eh+wat%27s+that.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/R02Lejd-g5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3YTUEa7Tma4/s320/eh+wat%27s+that.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137916106932913042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/R02Lejd-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4-PJiy-0J1U/s1600-h/love...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/R02Lejd-g6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4-PJiy-0J1U/s320/love...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137916106932913058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-8767006667483837906?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/8767006667483837906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=8767006667483837906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/8767006667483837906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/8767006667483837906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/11/few-of-pics-of-genting-trip.html' title='Few of the pics of the Genting trip..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/R02LeTd-g2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/d9f7R1D0ePs/s72-c/genting+2007+group+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-4991886162991305911</id><published>2007-11-28T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:35:00.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>My Genting trip..</title><content type='html'>Though my Genting trip was last week, today I felt like I should update my blog coz I have been neglecting it for sum time now.. Haha.. And also coz of someone who asked me to update it... hahaha.. And that someone is *drum roll*... Jessica!! Lol.. Thanks for asking me to update it.. I should.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I went to Genting from the 15-17 Nov.. I went with my gang (without the parents.. WOO!! Haha).. But we followed smt like a tour though we dun go to places in groups Those who went if anyone wants to know was Choi May, Katrina, Suey Erz, Myself, Justin, Li Onn, Vengka (his mum was the one organizing the trip), Andrew, Chun Seng, KC, Vivek.. Vengka's bro (who we call Didi or Vengka No.2.. XD) and his cousin joined our gang.. We all met at like 7 smt at this mamak stall near MGS and waited for the bus.. We all went nuts in the bus.. We were all killer excited.. The trip up to Genting was nauseating... The stupid bus driver drove so fast and swerved so much all of us got sick.. A couple of us threw up.. Lol.. Not gonna specify.. Once we reached there everyone was like ahhh... at last we reached.. Lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our bags and waited for instructions from Vengka's mum.. They told us wat to do and blah blah blah.. And within an hour or 2, we were already out at the theme park... Haha.. I think the 1st ride we went to was, believe it or not, was Space Shot.. Crazy rite?? Our 1st ride is already one of the scariest.. Hahah.. I can't even describe the feeling being up there or the trip up.. AHHHH!! The scariest part was going up seriously!!! You couldn't even scream!! And I was hyper-ventilating.. Couldn't breathe cause of the air pressure... When you come down ur not even sitting down anymore, your floating.. Can die wei!!! Hahah.. Super scary.. I came off the ride trembling.. TREMBLING and my upper lip was quite painful coz I was biting on it throughtout the whole ride.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we went for the pirate train or smt like that.. That was seriously BORING!!! It used to be really scary, now its just lame and coz we had nothing better to do and we like acting crazy, we started screaming for no apparent reason.. XD.. And on the way out, Kat HAD TO scream as if the most scary thing scared her on the way out, saying that it was the most scary ride.. Lol.. Some time after that we went for the spinner.. It was quite scary for me coz I dun like heights and spinning round in circles really fast.. Hahaha.. I closed my eyes and once in awhile opened them felt dizzy and closed them again.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can't remember what rides we went for after that.. We had lunch and blah blah blah and continued there till evening where we HAD to go get ready for the magic show.. The magic show was called Fly, and it was SUPER COOL!!!!!!!!!!! SUPERLY COOL!! You dun understand what I mean till your actually there urself.. There were really cool acrobatic moves and stuff.. I can't explain it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day was also filled with activites in the theme park.. The pirate ship though looks lame is really not lame.. Its quite scary.. Really.. Especially the part where u go really high.. Go try it out and sit rite at the back or 2nd last sit den u'll know what I mean.. Hahaha.. And the cork screw gets boring after the 2nd time on it.. Hahha.. Go-kart is super nice though u have to wait in line for bout 45 mins for more or less 5 mins round the track.. Hahaha.. But it was worth the wait.. And in the line we met this really weird guy.. hahah.. And he made friends with Chun Seng and wanted to be his best fren.. Aww.. Isn't that sweet.. Lol.. It would be if he wasn't so freaky!!! Really super duper freaky!!! Hahaha.. Its those type of moments where u had to be there to understand.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for the spinner and also the tea cup.. Bad choice.. NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER go for the tea cup THEN the spinner.. You'll feel really nauseated after that.. Oh ya, we went for the snow world thingy in the afternoon.. It was quite nice.. Hahaha.. Super cold and painful.. The ice had like stones and it hurt really badly when it hit you.. Mine hit my ear and was soo sore after that.. And Suey Erz 'had' to throw at that ear and it hurt like mad after that and the ice HAD to be so stubborn and get stuck in my ear.. Lol.. At night we went for the Flying Dragon.. It was so nice.. Wanted to go twice but they wanted to close adi.. Before that we went for the Mines thingy TWICE.. Hahaha.. And the way there, there was TWO puke puddles.. Like ewww.. Hahaha.. Anyways, we went for that ride TWICE and wanted to go again but the guy didn't let!! Non-sense wei.. All of us was like OH MAN!! Hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning like 4 smt, we went for a walk they wanted so much.. Which almost resulted in freezing.. It was so super cold.. I was shivering like mad.. AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, MY LIPS WERE CRACKING LIKE MAD TILL IT LOOKED LIKE I WAS WEARING LIPSTICK!!! Everyone thought why I was that mad to wear lipstick and I had to explain that it was actually my lips cracking and swelling up.. I fell asleep as soon as we got back.. So super sleepy.. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember wat we did the last day.. Somewhere in the 3 days, we went bowling. And guess wat??? I beat the GUYS in my group.. I beat them bad.. hahaha.. I was like 99 yes NINTY-NINE!!! I even suprised myself.. hahaha.. The highest was also 60++.. Hahaha... So proud of myself for beating the guys.. And during bowling the funniest and I think most painful for my fren.. I went up to bowl and I was pulling back the bowling ball when I ter-hit my fren with ball coz she came too near when I pulled back.. I didn't even know she was behind me and I checked b4 I pulled back, but at the last second she came behind me and I knocked her knee really badly.. and she didn't sit down and scream in pain or anything like that.. After I hit her in the knee she ran away clutching her knee and laughing.. Hahaha.. I asked her later why suddenly she came behind me, she said that she thought it wasn't my turn and wanted to talk to me or smt like that.. hahaha.. Killer!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the last day everyone was so heavy hearted to leave.. And b4 we boarded the bus (or maybe when we were in the bus) we kinda shouted 'BYE GENTING'.. Lol.. After reaching back Suey Erz and I had to rush to HQ coz of some stuff.. Hahah.. Crazy rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I miss it like crazy!!! It was super fun and I really wanna go next year.. hahaha.. Hopefully I can.. =).. Btw, what you read below is a really stupid my bro wrote.. The fella Lack Of Attention (LOA) adi.. He's been like that recently its becoming freaky.. Hahaha.. I was blogging and he came in interupted and typed that and I dunno y but I just wanted to leave it there.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this line is typed by a smart guy that is name jonathan. my brother he is. so veli hensem. +D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-4991886162991305911?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/4991886162991305911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=4991886162991305911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4991886162991305911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4991886162991305911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-genting-trip.html' title='My Genting trip..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-2755615143828893320</id><published>2007-11-19T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:30:42.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><title type='text'>Low Maintence.. WOOO!! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Low Maintenance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouahighmaintenancewomanquiz/low-maintenance.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise known as "too good to be true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one laid back chica - and men love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that no good guy likes a doormat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you find your self going along to get along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop yourself and put up a little bit of a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouahighmaintenancewomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A High Maintenance Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-2755615143828893320?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/2755615143828893320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=2755615143828893320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2755615143828893320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2755615143828893320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/11/low-maintence-wooo-xd.html' title='Low Maintence.. WOOO!! XD'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-8624067495642495032</id><published>2007-11-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:26:45.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gross'/><title type='text'>EWWWWW...</title><content type='html'>MY EYES BURN... I SAW DIS REALLY GROSS PIC OF A WOMAN'S BREAST WHICH IS LIKE INFESTED WITH HOLES.. EWWWWWWWWWWWW.... NIGHTMARES 2NITE.. The pic shows a womans breast with holes all around the nipple region and in those holes are worm larvae.. EWWWWWWWWWWWWW.. OMG!!! U CAN'T IMAGINE HOW BADLY I WANNA SCRAPE MY EYES OUT AND I DUN FEEL LIKE EVERY WEARING BRA'S EVERY AGAIN!!! EWWWW.... AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.. TORTURE... I EVEN FELT THE PAIN MYSELF WHEN I LOOK AT IT... OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!! ANYONE WANNA SEE LET ME KNOW I'LL SEND U THE PIC!! AND TRUST ME U DUN WANT TO.. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.. EEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW....... OOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!! MY EYES!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-8624067495642495032?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/8624067495642495032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=8624067495642495032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/8624067495642495032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/8624067495642495032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/11/ewwwww.html' title='EWWWWW...'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-18614932704818488</id><published>2007-11-08T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:54:43.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introvert.. So me.. Haha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 30% Extrovert, 70% Introvert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/introvert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite reserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid of social situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you very much prefer to go it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why not? You're your own best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/"&gt;Are You An Extrovert or An Introvert?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the last 2 posts.. haha.. Was really bored and I started getting addicted to blogthings.. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-18614932704818488?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/18614932704818488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=18614932704818488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/18614932704818488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/18614932704818488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/11/introvert-so-me-haha.html' title='Introvert.. So me.. Haha..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-4560134664405733058</id><published>2007-11-08T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:51:32.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I'm depressed?? Well, kinda..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Depression Level: 80%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoudepressedquiz/depressed-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to have moderate depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your symptoms are bad enough that they're effecting your everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would benefit greatly from professional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudepressedquiz/"&gt;Are You Depressed?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men See You As Playful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-playful.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men want a challenge and you are the perfect playmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to push men's buttons and attract a wide range of guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy living and loving - it's one of your most attractive qualities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are often consumed with desire for you, and you love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-4560134664405733058?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/4560134664405733058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=4560134664405733058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4560134664405733058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4560134664405733058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-depressed-well-kinda.html' title='I&apos;m depressed?? Well, kinda..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-8708080921233490024</id><published>2007-11-08T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:39:14.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><title type='text'>LIKE OMG!! Its so like me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ISFP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/isfp.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, you enjoy beauty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are quiet and sweet yet very passionate. You love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an underlying love for all living things, and it's easy for you to accept someone into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you do best in an unconventional position. You express yourself well and can work with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Sympathetic, kind, and communicative &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Incompetent, insecure, and overly sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this one is 3/4 like me.. Hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 68% Open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/open-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty open person - and you don't mind sharing the good, bad, and sometimes ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while sometimes you do catch yourself blabbing on, you usually exhibit restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're openness is quite refreshing, and it encourages other people to be open with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Pretty Happy Being Single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhappybeingsinglequiz/single-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a full, fun life. And you definitely don't need love to be content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being single can get you down a little. Especially when you've been single for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know how to be patient and wait for the right person. You're life is too good to settle for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhappybeingsinglequiz/"&gt;Are You Happy Being Single?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Woman!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Girl Or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG!!! I'm a WOMAN!??!! I'm not really ready yet!! Haha.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were Born Under:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatyearwereyoubornunderquiz/monkey.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of spunk, you are the original party animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring fun, activity, and stimulation to any event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-control is not one of your strong points; you have been known to over indulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful and energetic, you can turn the most boring thing into something fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with a Rat or Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyearwereyoubornunderquiz/"&gt;What Year Were You Born Under?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guy born in the year of the rat or dragon?!?! Hehehe.. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-8708080921233490024?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/8708080921233490024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=8708080921233490024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/8708080921233490024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/8708080921233490024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-are-isfp-artist-you-are-gifted.html' title='LIKE OMG!! Its so like me!!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-3617345828498469459</id><published>2007-11-08T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:10:53.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I feel..</title><content type='html'>I feel self accomplishment.. *sighs* I feel so much better... Not getting angry bout sum thing.. Maintaing my composure.. haaa... Before I made this end year resolution, ya I know u normally make resolutions in the beginning of year but I thought..&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: wat the heck, I've got nothing to lose..&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: There's a really long and complicating story to that.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: There's never too late to change.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, instead of getting so worked up and angry bout this so called petty matter, I told myself that their not worth getting angry over.. And some person who called me to ask me bout it (you know who you are!!), kembang when I kinda took his advice.. Haha.. Can say la.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; they thought I wouldn't know, but I have SPIES!! Lol.. Nah.. I have lots of sources.. Well, I'm not too mad at them.. If they dun wanna invite me I'm ok with it.. Haha.. As long as they dun lie, den I'm fine.. Hahah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having quite a bad headache now.. Had it for almost the whole day.. I worked the whole day yesterday.. My first day.. haha.. I was quite excited and blur.. Haha.. Suey Erz had to tell me wat to do and all.. Plus, all of them (including the children) there speak chinese which for those who dun know, chinese is a language which, although I AM a chinese, I can't speak nor understand.. haha.. But besides the language barier, everything was fun.. Haha.. I even got to tutor!! YAY!! Haha.. I tutored dis 6 year old boy, who is really smart for his age, Mathematics for Year 1.. Hahaha.. But most of the children there didn't really wanna be his friend.. That was the sad part and all the students there are standard 1 to bout standard 6.. So when the students go to school (before the 2nd session begins), he sits there alone playing chess all by himself.. ALONE!!! I wanna play with him, but I'm not good at it and we've got loads of things to do ( I was on my feet almost the whole day and my heels really hurt when I got home) and we had to eat our lunch b4 the next session came.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this student who bought french fries but when Nigel (the boy) asked for it he just pulled it away and walked away with his other friends.. In the end, Nigel almost cried and he merajuk.. We had a few small pieces and wanted to give him but didn't want the other students to see.. BUT IT WAS SOOOO DIFFICULT!! In the end, the got so tired of waiting he stormed off.. We coaxed him back towards the counter and gave him biscuits instead.. Haha.. At the end of it, he was happy again.. hahaha.. But he said something that really made me feel sad.. We (my frens and I) told him that 2moro (which is thursday) got no IQ Kid (the place I work at).. He was like 'why?? But I want to come!' We told him 'Cause 2moro is a public holiday, you can spend time at home with mummy.' He said 'But I want to come here and learn!! I dun want to stay at home.' We were like 'Nevermind on friday can come again..'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suey Erz and I took the bus home bout 7pm smt.. It was dark and we couldn't find the bus which went to Port Klang.. In the end, we found one right at the end after waiting for bout half an hour.. We were the 1st ones in.. The bus was full when we were bout to leave the station, so all the seats were taken.. There was these 2 elderly men looking for seats but being the Malaysian people we are, no one stood up.. Me and Suey Erz decided to be good citizens and let them sit.. One man said 'Terima kasih banyak-banyak'.. And me and Suey Erz who HAD to be nice, stood up all the way back to port klang THROUGH the Little India TRAFFIC JAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rite now, I feel slightly irritated cause of the headache, self accomplishment, tired and kinda sleepy.. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-3617345828498469459?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/3617345828498469459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=3617345828498469459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/3617345828498469459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/3617345828498469459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel.html' title='I feel..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-7740355075398407060</id><published>2007-11-04T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:04:20.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><title type='text'>:O Sounds like me.. Haha..</title><content type='html'>Elaina, your Emotional IQ is 119. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This number is the result of a formula based on how many questions you answered correctly on Tickle's Emotional IQ test. But your Emotional IQ score is much more than just a number: it's an indicator of success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research has shown that people with high emotional intelligence scores — not necessarily those with the highest IQ scores — tend to be the most valued and productive employees and have the longest and happiest romantic relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where are you most emotionally smart? Your test results show that your strongest suit is perception — your ability to pick up on what others are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, you are unusually good at reading people's verbal and non-verbal cues. You're especially aware of the subtleties of people's actions, and can feel out the vibe of a situation better than many. That gives you and edge many wish they had. People with high perception skills like yours, however, tend to rely on them to the exclusion of others. As a result, they sometimes have underdeveloped abilities in other realms of critical emotional intelligence like managing emotions, empathy, and being expressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To truly excel in life and know how to relate to different people, you need to balance out the different kinds of emotional intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research indicates that if people who are strong in perception can work to increase their overall emotional IQ score, they can prepare themselves to handle any interpersonal exchange with amazing skill — especially by learning to be empathetic and by being able to express what it is they are feeling or trying to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the good news is that people who try to improve their emotional IQ have far greater success than people who try to improve their IQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-7740355075398407060?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/7740355075398407060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=7740355075398407060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/7740355075398407060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/7740355075398407060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-sounds-like-me-haha.html' title=':O Sounds like me.. Haha..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-6058768976780463496</id><published>2007-11-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:47:08.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><title type='text'>I was bored and had nothing to do.. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border:1px solid #000000;padding:15px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/harrycharacter/index.jsp?testname=harrycharacterogt&amp;resultid=-" target="_blank"&gt;Which &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/i&gt; Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding:10px 0;font-size:15px;font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/harrycharacter/index.jsp?testname=harrycharacterogt&amp;resultid=-" target="_blank" style="font-size:15px;font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ginny Weasley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0 0 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/harrycharacter/index.jsp?testname=harrycharacterogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/harrycharacter/images/ginny_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     You rarely need Polyjuice potion because you're usually happy just being you! While you might not make the biggest splash or cause drama, you slowly and steadily win over lots of people who think you're pretty darn wonderful. While you can be a little shy and self-conscious at times (especially around a crush), you're probably considered to be a BFF by more than just one person. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, your talents aren't just the magic kind. You're also kind and smart and just great to be around. Looks like you'll have a very charmed life indeed!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding:10px 0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="padding:0 0 5px 0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/harrycharacter/index.jsp?testname=harrycharacterogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;Take this test &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/images/logo/tickle_42x14.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExOTQyMzc5NDA1NDYmcHQ9MTE5NDIzNzk0MjcxOCZwPTU5MSZkPSZuPQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-6058768976780463496?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/6058768976780463496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=6058768976780463496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/6058768976780463496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/6058768976780463496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-bored-and-had-nothing-to-do-xd.html' title='I was bored and had nothing to do.. XD'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-6094924038827133434</id><published>2007-10-30T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:08:32.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefects..'/><title type='text'>Bloody hell!! STUPID PREFECTS!!</title><content type='html'>Grr.. Damn angry.. Its so so extremely dumb.. The prefectorial board are deducting marks just coz we skip school.. DUMB RITE?!?!?! For the form 3's its really ridicilous.. We just finished PMR and ur asking us to come to school to waste time.. WTF rite?? There's no point in coming to school for the form 3's.. All we're going to do is sit the stupid hall and do nothing the whole day.. Its like spending the whole day doing nothing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my bloody mp3 is not working.. It was over worked.. Now I can't turn it on.. My frens used my mp3 till &lt;strong&gt;battery kering&lt;/strong&gt;. NOW I can't bloody turn it on.. GRR!!! ARH!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin just told me today that the prefectorial board is deducting marks for skipping school... So damn childish wei... Even MY &lt;strong&gt;MUM&lt;/strong&gt;.. EMPASIZING MUM, ENCOURAGES me to skip school.. And dis brainless idiotic prefects are making us come to school to do nothing.. What do they think, that we form 3 prefects finish PMR so we got no life is it??? SERIOUSLY?!?! WHAT'S THE BLOODY POINT IN COMING TO SCHOOL NOWADAYS??? We're spending our whole day in the damn bloody hot hall doing nothing.. YISH!! BENGANG BETUL!!! NEXT TIME AFTER THEIR STPM WE ASK THEM COME TO SCHOOL TO DO THEIR DUTY LA!! SEE WHETHER THEY WANNA DO!!! YISH!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! This year's board bloody stupid!! I prefer last year's board.. So much more understanding plus not so particular and doesn't make stupid and dumb rules.. The lower 6's can't even help us stack the chairs on mondays.. BLOODY HELL!! JUST COZ UR OLDER THAN US DOESN'T MEAN WE FORM 3 PREFECTS HAVE TO DO EVERY BLOODY THING... AND we if dun help out u say we're useless indirectly, and make it look like we're the bad guys and ur the goody goody trying to be all 'nice and understanding', saying things like 'next time try not to do it ok juniors' in ur bloody stupid voice as if we're small children!!! OH COME ON!! GET OVER YOURSELF!!! and u except all the students to be angels and obey us?? Bloody hell, its like we're wrapped around so tightly we can't even do wat we like... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! U BLOODY PEOPLE DRIVING NUTS I FEEL LIKE SLAPPING SUM SENSE INTO U!!! YISSHHHHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-6094924038827133434?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/6094924038827133434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=6094924038827133434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/6094924038827133434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/6094924038827133434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/10/bloody-hell-stupid-prefects.html' title='Bloody hell!! STUPID PREFECTS!!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-5814978650186883387</id><published>2007-10-26T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:30:39.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Sunway..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to sunway.. We went for branch after that ice skating.. Ice skating was really fun.. And I met a fren I had met when I went for skating the 1st time.. He's name is Ben.. I saw him when we were putting on our skates.. Haha.. But he didn't recognize me till like later on.. That was also coz I called him.. When I called him he thought who was calling him, then when I called again and I smiled asked him 'you don't remember me meh?' He was like er.. who r u?.. All my frens burst out laughing.. I walked away kinda embarresed.. He asked one of my frens wat's my name, den my fren said Elaina.. Then it struck Ben that it was me.. Haha.. After that he was like super friendly. He kinda thought me how to skate properly.. Normally I'll skate really close to the sides coz I'm afraid to fall, so if i'm at the side at least when I fall I have something to grab.. Haha.. Then he told me, let go of the side and skate futher away from it.. So i kinda did it and he was following me for awhile.. When I wanted to grab the side, he would push my hand away and say, don't hold on to the side.. It was quite fun skating with him.. Haha.. After skating we went to New Zealand Natural for ice cream.. I tried the fruit flo, which was quite ok.. It was like RM13.50 for quite a big cone.. Haha.. I kinda had trouble finishing it so I gave my frens some.. Haha.. After that we went for bowling.. It was ok, but no one was actually paying attention to the game except for like me and my fren Suey Erz.. And when I got a strike Suey Erz was the only watching.. Sad rite? Out of 11 of us only one person noticed.. Everyone else were busy doing their own stuff talkin bout dunno wat.. After that we went to 1901 to eat our dinner.. After finishing dinner we hanged around for abit and went home.. We took a taxi to the KTM station den took the train back from there.. I met up with my sis on the train.. After that, me and my sis went for dinner with my parents in the nearby restaurant.. The food was not bad.. We also ate some satay.. The satay kambing was nice.. Well to sum it all up, the whole day was ok..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-5814978650186883387?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/5814978650186883387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=5814978650186883387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/5814978650186883387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/5814978650186883387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunway.html' title='Sunway..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-4735926446651001560</id><published>2007-10-26T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:14:55.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>My Saturday last week..</title><content type='html'>Wanted to blog for so long but was lazy to come on9.. Haha.. Last saturday, B-team of PBSM, had this raya 4X4.. It was SUPER FUN!! See the emphazise.. It was really fun.. That whole day was sooo fun.. We went to 3 houses, some of us went to 4 houses but I didn't get to go for the 4th house coz it was getting late and I had to go somewhere.. We ate lots of types of malay tradisional food. The host of 1st house we went to is Haizatul.. Her mum served us ayam rendang, sambal sotong, pulut, and kuah kacang.. The ayam rendang was super nice I ate like 5 pieces of it.. Hehe.. After her house we went down one floor to the next house.. (They live like a floor from each other, they live in a flat.) The host's name is Farizan.. She had a little bro who was so adorable.. Her mum served, asam laksa, and soto and something like jelly (they call it dadih).. Everyone in our group wanted to carry her little bro.. But somehow they alwayz cried after awhile EXCEPT when my fren carried him.. (my fren's a guy, his name is Syabil).. Somehow whenever the baby cries when we pass it to Syabil, he stops crying.. haha.. Some of the girls were quite jealous.. haha.. But it was soo cute... We were ejeking Syabil.. Haha.. After Farizan's house, we went to wait for the bus.. We waited for an hour or so.. AN HOUR!! See how poor Malaysian transport is.. Haha... So we were kinda off scheledule adi.. So we had to kinda rush.. We took the bus to the main terminal, near little india and den walked to the KTM station.. From there we took a train to Jalan Kastam where Badrol (the host)'s house was.. Just getting to his house was quite hard.. Haha.. We had to cross the train tracks and some muddy patches and stuff.. Haha.. It was quite fun.. We ate mee hun pedas in his house.. The food was soo nice I took 2 bowls.. It tasted even nicer and even more shock when u put the chillies.. Haha.. After his house we went back to the teluk gadong station where some of us followed Syabil back to his house to eat and some of us went back.. I had to go coz there was this Children's Day Celebration in church.. My sister picked me up from the station and took me to church.. I was wearing tradisional clothes at that time, so as you can imagine I kinda looked akward.. Haha.. Children's Day was quite ok la... The water games were quite pathetic.. I got a little wet only.. Sad rite.. And they asked us to bring extra clothes.. haha.. After children's day I had to go out for dinner.. Dinner was quite ok la.. Haha. Overall the day was fun.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-4735926446651001560?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/4735926446651001560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=4735926446651001560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4735926446651001560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4735926446651001560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-saturday-last-week.html' title='My Saturday last week..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-2505024941387468066</id><published>2007-10-15T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:59:43.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>This Is A Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/85d3yIRYK4Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/85d3yIRYK4Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is really nice.. Jessica introduced me to dis song.. At first I didn't really get it.. Then I REALLY listened to the lyrics.. Haha.. When u listen to the song, listen to the lyrics.. REALLY LISTEN TO THE LYRICS.. Hope you like it.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-2505024941387468066?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/2505024941387468066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=2505024941387468066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2505024941387468066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2505024941387468066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-call.html' title='This Is A Call'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-5886736318842958522</id><published>2007-10-15T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T01:00:19.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored..</title><content type='html'>Today was such an uneventful day besides the trip here.. Nothing much to do.. Spent most of the day on the comp.. Well, at least I got to use my cousin's company macbook pro, which was kinda cool.. The keyboard is really nice to type on.. Haha.. Nothing much happened.. I found this program called photo booth in the laptop and we (my cousin, me, and my sis) started playing with it.. We used the effects and made all sorts of faces and laughed at ourselves when we saw how we looked like.. Haha.. We looked really funny.. The laptop is kinda cool.. I forgot to bring a book to read.. -.-... If any of my frens were to see me reading they'll be like COME ON PMR OVER ADI.. STILL WANNA READ!!! Its not like i'm reading form 4 book or smt.. I'm reading STORIES.. -.-.. Sometimes I just dun get my friends.. Just coz u dun like reading doesn't mean I don't.. I think I've been very patient with them, but they take me for granted. I sometimes get the feeling.. Haih.. What is girl to do.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, someho dis reminded me of dinner.. We went to this restaurant next to a temple.. I can't remember the name.. The food was not bad.. The waiter and waitress were really young.. One was the shop's owner's daughther and the other was her maid.. The waiter was the shop owner's son.. I  was thinking to myself, at this age (they looked bout 12 the most) they can help handle a business, what more when their older.. The shop owner's daugther was actually quite pretty.. haha.. The food was quite nice.. It was not bad.. Haha.. When the food came, i guess its natural to me to serve the person next to me food.. So during dinner, my bro and sis were sitting beside me.. I served my sis first den my bro.. Then I went on to the next dish, I served myself and my sis coz the dish was right in front of my bro and I had to use both my hands to get the dish.. I couldn't use both of my hands coz it was quite tight.. What'd you expect with 15 people sitting in ONE table.. Just as I finished serving my sis, my bro was like "can you take that dish for me?' That dis was right in front of him, all the gotta do was stretch his LONG arms.. BUT NO!! HE HAD TO ASK ME WHO WAS AT AN AWKWARD POSITION USING ONLY ONE HAD TO DISH HIS FOOD FOR HIM.. So at 1st I didn't mind, then he was like so demanding saying "Ayo, somemore la" and "I dun want that one, I want that"... It got on my nerves, so I snapped.. I didn't get enough sleep plus I was kinda hungry, and you who slept on the way here, and slept sum more when we arrived and having longer arms den me, and having it right in front of you, making me serve you like a maid or a servant.. ARGH!! In mind I was like what am I your maid?!?! Go do it urself which in the end came out my mouth.. XP.. Den my cousin who was sitting next to my sis, "Eh, why so moody??!?!" I was like "NOT ENOUGH SLEEP LA!".. Den my sis came in and said "She's hungry lah".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family knows that when I'm hungry I get moody.. Haha.. Now you can see the effect food has on me.. Haha.. After that my sis was like talking bout how I can serve people b4 I serve myself.. She was talking to my cousin at that time and I was ease dropping.. Hehe.. Anywayz, she was saying that since I was quite young I've done that.. While I was listening to her saying that I was kembang-ing like gila.. Hahahaha.. Then she was like "I can't never do that. I don't know she can do. If I'm hungry I'll take food for myself 1st. Haha.". I bloated up like a puffer fish. I was trying hard not to show it.. Haha.. Well, I guess that was the only thing that happened during dinner besides lots of talking and eating.. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, for those of you who haven't seen me recently. I've painted all my nails black.. Fingernails and toe nails.. Yes all of them are black.. It completes the whole 'I'm Emo' vibe.. haha.. But whenever I look at my nails they remind me of those horror movies where the eyes of some person in the movie turns ALL black.. Get what I mean?? Haha.. Too bad if you don't.. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-5886736318842958522?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/5886736318842958522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=5886736318842958522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/5886736318842958522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/5886736318842958522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/10/bored.html' title='Bored..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-1122300550037718777</id><published>2007-10-14T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T16:34:36.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>My trip back to my hometown</title><content type='html'>I went back to my hometown coz of the raya hols and we haven't been there since chinese new year, which is kinda long.. Hahah.. Anywayz, we left the house after coming back from church. Oh ya reminding me of church today was the 1st time I backed up sang ALONE.. it was scary since dis is only the 2nd time I backed up sang.. The 1st time was with this really good singer in my church who so happened to be the pastors daughter.. Haha.. Newayz, when I first found out that I was back up singing alone, I was kinda thinking I won't sing but I was already at the prac and decided to practise for fun.. The worship leader was my sis so it was not too bad la coz I had could ask her bout the songs if I didn't know them.. It was cool also coz I could practice at home with my sis.. Going back to the story, in the end I decided to sing and just give it a try and give it all to God.. So before we started we have sound checks and prayer.. And when we were praying I was like asking God in my heart to help me and to keep me calm.. And it worked, I was much calmer after praying.. It well not too bad.. Haha.. I kinda had fun.. Haha.. Kinda want to do it again.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Going back to the part bout me going back to my hometown, we ate lunch in this place called, yew kee or something like that.. After lunch we left for the almost 2 hour long drive to Sekinchan (for those of you who don't know where Sekinchan is, its bout few km from kuala selangor) I thought the drive would be uneventful like it always is.. So I decided to talk and listen to sum music.. It was raining lightly so I couldn't see the things by the side of the road which made it even more boring.. I wanted to sleep but then I couldn't find a right position (when I sleep I have to find a particular position b4 I can fall asleep), and I was sitting in the middle, so it was even harder for me to fall asleep.. We were somewhere in kapar I guess when there was accident.. We actually saw it happening.. Luckily the fella didn't get hurt.. How the accident happened was, this motorcycle hit the bumper of the car trying to avoid the car which turned into the turning but was still sticking out.. The motorcycle was going quite fast I think so it couldn't break on time so it hit the car..  (it was kinda hard to see, sitting in the middle and all) The motorcycle hit the car quite hard I guess coz I heard a loud thump.. The motocyclist kinda lost control of his motorcycle and fell. Lucky my dad from the left lane went to the right.. If he didn't I think my dad would have also hit the guy.. Anywayz falling added with the slippery road made him slide.. When I turned behind to look he and his motorcycle was in the middle of the road.. And so happened the traffic light turn green so there was traffic coming.. He quickly got up and ran to the side of the road leaving his motorcycle in the middle of the road.. When he fell, this other motorcyclist was coming, lucky that motorcyclist avoided him.. I dunno what happened next coz I turned my head (it was getting painful.. XP).. My whole family was talking about except my bro who was fast asleep when it happened.. We were all like so shocked and were talking bout it quite loudly, my bro who was sleeping suddenly got up and went like shhhh and went back to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went on with our journey and we saw dis like cops on a tower sort of thing to catch those to speed which kinda weird coz they build this tower specially for them to stand/sit in and the tower even has this sign saying 'Menara Pemerhati Polis'.. The point of having speed traps are so u can catch those riders in the act.. Well, I guess the goverment has some explanation behind it.. We went on as usual and when we were nearing this mosque, we saw a 4 wheel drive (i think) in the drain.. Haha.. We were wondering how it fell in and a few metres down we saw this white van with a dent in the back of it.. Which I'm guessing the 4 wheel drive avoided something that hit the white van or something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing pretty much happened after that.. It was kinda boring after that plus I fell asleep in the end.. Too sleepy to care... When we reached my uncle's house, my neck hurt alot.. That's what you get when u sleep on ur bro's shoulder. Ouch!! My other uncle brought his german shepherd.. My cousin's rotweiler who is 6 years old was playing with the few months old german shepherd.. It was really cute.. Hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very detailed person when it comes to describing rite?? ahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-1122300550037718777?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/1122300550037718777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=1122300550037718777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/1122300550037718777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/1122300550037718777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-trip-back-to-my-hometown.html' title='My trip back to my hometown'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-4879512919762418349</id><published>2007-09-09T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:24:24.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got me thinking...</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching high school musical 2 like half an hour ago, and it got me thinking bout stuffs.. Everyone seems to be changing and movin on in life, but I feel like I'm the still same me who's walking but never seem to be moving.. Sometimes I feel so left behind, then they come back and remember me and then coz I'm moving too slow move on without me.. Everyone around me seems to be getting together... It didn't bother me quite as much as it does now coz now even my best fren has someone.. Some how not being with someone is kinda nice but some how it feels like something's missing.. And I can't seem to find the right guy right now, and my PMR is around the corner.. I should focus on that and worry bout getting a boyfriend after PMR.. I guess everyone feels like they're gonna get left out every once in their lives.. But I have felt like that too many times in life that sometimes I wanted to give up.. Everywhere I turn I see my frens in love with someone and I just feel like I'm getting forgetten.. Well, I guess that's life rite?? Kinda looking forward to the hols.. Wanna get a job.. Hopefully will actually get a job with my friends this year.. hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-4879512919762418349?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/4879512919762418349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=4879512919762418349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4879512919762418349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/4879512919762418349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/09/got-me-thinking.html' title='Got me thinking...'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-736728717766143247</id><published>2007-07-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:23:51.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH!!</title><content type='html'>Have u ever felt that u know somethings coming and when it happens it hits you hard. Something like when u know your fish is gonna die but when it dies your like really broken up about it.. That was a metaphorically speaking.. I found out smt bout my frens that I knew was coming only when it did it kinda hit me hard.. I have no idea why, but its been kinda haunting me every since I found out that it was true... AHHH!!.. It's driving me nuts.. I even dreamt about it during my afternoon nap (yes I sleep every afternoon).. I'm happy for them of course but I never expected it... AHHHH!!! Its hard to explain the feeling.. But I was really dissapointed with both of them coz I'm quite close to them especially one of them (even asking her whether she trusts me enough to tell me things) didn't prefer telling me.. I found out from someone else before I found out from them and it was because one of my frens asked her... I MEAN COME ON!!!! I know u dun want to tell me, but I'm ur best fren and you know I support you a hundred percent eventhough we may not see eye to eye on it, but to actually keep it from me coz you were afraid of how I would react... It kinda shows how much you trust and know me.. I feel kinda insulted, but I can't really blame you coz I know everyone is entitled to their privacy... But if I were to do that to you - not telling you that something major in my life happened- wouldn't you feel like dissapointed too?? I mean we're best frens!! You've gotta trust me.... Next time, just be honest with me k?? I'll be behind u a hundred percent no matter wat.. Best Frenz For Life.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-736728717766143247?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/736728717766143247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=736728717766143247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/736728717766143247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/736728717766143247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahhh.html' title='AHHH!!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-5235460807054740323</id><published>2007-05-19T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:53:31.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling So Used..</title><content type='html'>Ya everyone says I'm a good fren... Y? Coz I alwayz give? So if one day I stop giving, I become a bad fren.. Is that it?? SERIOUSLY??? Even my best frens take advantage of me.. I've tried my best and my hardest and damn it I can't take it anymore.. I've tried to be patient... BUT COME ON!!! EVERYONE has their limits.. U've gotta know mine.. What do I get for helping u guys?? Getting left out from what u guys do (my gang)... If I do lend u my stuff, the least u can do is take care of it.. If u know that I'm very particular bout stuff, den why still do it?? Even sumone said, ur a gud listener that's why I like talking to u.. U must be kidding me rite?? One moment u do, one moment u dun.. And when I'm rite in front of u the most u say to me is "Hi, Elaina".. Am I that visible to u for that fraction of a second?? I've sat there for almost 5-10 mins not saying anything waiting for u to say smt anything, but u just ignored u... WTH??? Am I that irritating till I'm treated like dis... U dunno how it feels like being blown off, and pretending like its fine.. Do u noe that EVERY SINGLE MOMENT I'M WITH U GUYS (my gang) I JUST FEEL LIKE A BUG ON THE WALL??? SERIOUSLY?? Am I that umimportant to u guys that if I was there one second and the next I'm not, that I just went sum where else?? What if i was kidnapped or smt... Would u actually notice... I've seen how u guys just walk off and just leave me hanging there.... If I walked with u guys or not you wouldn't care.. Maybe u'll do for a second or two.. U'll say 'Where's Teng?' and sumone either doesn't answer or says dunno and it just a full stop.. U dun even bother where I am... Trying being in my shoes, where the whispering goes on around me... And even my own pet bro's dun trust me with their secrets?? What the use of being a best fren when nobody tells u anything?? I the best fren only when I do things for u guys aren't I?? If u dun need me u dun really care if I'm there or not rite?? Seriously... If I were to shift to sum other school would u even care? U might the 1st few days den u wouldn't even a damn anymore.. U KNOW WAT GUYS??!?!?!?! I really sumtimes look forward to my dad building that new hse and shifting there and as far away as possible from u guys... U DUNNO HOW MUCH HOW HURT I AM EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!!!! ARGH!!!! I can't take anymore!!!! I guess when I'm gone den u'll appreciate me won't u?? What if I'm gone 2moro will u appreciate me den? Think bout it.. What I've said in dis post is true isn't it? Really go and think bout it and think whether I was just crapping or its really how ur treating me.. And if that fren didnt tell u (u know who u are) would u have actually noticed?? Seriously would u have?? WOULD U HAVE GIVEN A DAMN?!?!??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-5235460807054740323?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/5235460807054740323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=5235460807054740323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/5235460807054740323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/5235460807054740323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-so-used.html' title='Feeling So Used..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-1354128103024212140</id><published>2007-03-22T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:06:02.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama..</title><content type='html'>This is totally not me to even audition for the drama what more get into a drama.. Haha.. Well, coz of Kat, I did.. Haha.. And coz of her I got in it.. The story, she got in but I didn't, but she told teacher that I was capable and so teacher asked me to come for practise's and so I was chosen.. Haha.. Now prac is on the way and its so fun.. Haha.. I play quite a small role but still important.. All roles are important no matter how small.. I play 2 roles actually.. Haha.. This is 1st time I've actually been in a drama besides church.. Hahaha... Competition is on the 2nd of April.. haha.. Teacher wants us to at least reach the finals.. Trying my best to act the best.. Hmm... Haha.. That's all I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`~LaInA bAnAnA~` =)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-1354128103024212140?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/1354128103024212140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=1354128103024212140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/1354128103024212140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/1354128103024212140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/03/drama_22.html' title='Drama..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-5162820756031219969</id><published>2007-03-22T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:05:38.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama..</title><content type='html'>This is totally not me to even audition for the drama what more get into a drama.. Haha.. Well, coz of Kat, I did.. Haha.. And coz of her I got in it.. The story, she got in but I didn't, but she told teacher that I was capable and so teacher asked me to come for practise's and so I was chosen.. Haha.. Now prac is on the way and its so fun.. Haha.. I play quite a small role but still important.. All roles are important no matter how small.. I play 2 roles actually.. Haha.. This is 1st time I've actually been in a drama besides church.. Hahaha... Competition is on the 2nd of April.. haha.. Teacher wants us to at least reach the finals.. Trying my best to act the best.. Hmm... Haha.. That's all I guess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-5162820756031219969?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/5162820756031219969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=5162820756031219969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/5162820756031219969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/5162820756031219969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/03/drama.html' title='Drama..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-3138258557218682606</id><published>2007-03-03T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:08:03.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations..</title><content type='html'>Everyone expects me to be sumthing I'm not.. I can't be perfect.. Everything demands every part of me that I'm not.. I change for the sake of everything.. I feel like I'm trapped in my a shell.. I can't get out but I have to live with it.. So many damn things.. A gal I shall not name, fought with me for sum petty shit.. Oh come on la.. Like she's so perfect.. She has a so called 'boyfriend' and yet flirts.. Coz of her, my fren is avoiding him (she was really close frens with her 'boyfren').. My fren's reason, I dun want her to hate me and I dun want him to get in trouble with her again. I find it so unfair to him.. Coz of the gal i shall not name, she doesn't want to talk to him.. and the worse part bout it.. They were best frens since they were small and after bout 7 years they got to in contact again and started to talk to each other again den now dis.. Haiz.. And I'm finding all my seniors all to be so demanding.. COME ON LA!! No matter how hard we try we're still not gud enough.. And they said not to gossip behind their backs, when I tell them wat i thought bout them, they bombed me back.. Damn la!! Stupid rite? Haiz. But wat can I do, their my seniors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I found out that 2 of my close frens talked behind me back.. At least one of them came and told me the truth and asked for forgiveness, but I guess the other one doesn't really care.. But to tell u the truth, I'm not excatly suprised by dis.. I adi expected to be betrayed not by them but by sumone la.. And one of my close fren, I guess he's too busy with his gf or sum other stuff, but I'm actually avoiding him and kinda pissed off at him..I dun even think he noticed it.. I guess I'm tat unimportant that its not really bothering him.. PERFECT AIN'T IT? I'm almost invinsible to him in school.. Well whether he actually notices me or not I still feel tat way around him in school.. So invinsible, so unimportant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!! I'll write bout the other stuff 2moro.. No mood.. I really feel like I'm breaking into a million pieces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;`-LaInA BaNaNa-` = n grrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-3138258557218682606?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/3138258557218682606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=3138258557218682606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/3138258557218682606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/3138258557218682606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/03/expectations.html' title='Expectations..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-8228144527470622935</id><published>2007-02-25T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:40:25.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff tats bugging me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My dad went back into the hospital again on thursday I think (i have things with when it happened).. He had dengue.. Weirdness.. I thought I would get it b4 he did coz more mosquitos bit me.. I guess coz he's immune system is not as strong as mine la since he just had a heart attack at the beginning of the month.. He is going to be discharged 2moro afternoon.. So that's gud..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2nd thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The next thing that's bugging me is the stupid monthly test.. Damn scared I can't answer alot of the questions.. Damn la!! I have to spend the end of my holidays studying.. STUPID SIAL!!! And I really dun get circles!!! ARGH!! The stupid formula's and crap dun wanna go into my brain!!! And sejarah is like only half going in!!! DAMN LA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I haven't even touched other subjects.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3rd thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I keep getting scolding from everyone... Yish-ness betul!!!! Damn freaking geram!! I never do anything I kena scolding, I do also kena!!! YISH!!!! Like everything I do also is sumhow wrong... Nothing I do is right... ARGH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I dunno whether to trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;anymore.. I trust my best fren Kat more than him, I actually trust Kat more than my other frens... But could he have changed for the better and is actually truthfully being nice?? Damn la!!! So confused... I'm afraid he's just a player, not to say that I'm actually saying that he is... I'm just saying that i'm &lt;em&gt;AFRAID&lt;/em&gt; that he is... So hard to trust guys nowadays... I really hate players and guys who plays with gals feelings for their entertainment.. And when they actually fall for them they just say oh, i dun like u, sorry or sum other crap... I got played twice and it sucked... Seriously it sux to the max to be played and actually believed that they were telling the truth... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5th thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have to do the prefects assignment AGAIN but now its even worse... I have to get MORE signatures... Now I have to get every seniors signature!!!! ARGH!!! More stuffs to finish up.. I hate it la... I dun get y soo leong wants to do it again... Haiz... Come on la!! We have lots of stuff to do adi la, dun la go and add sum more stuff.. Haiz.. DAMN!!! Too many things to finish up!!! ARGH!!! If we dun finish up dis assignment den we can kiss gudbye to the prefectorial board... But sum how I dun really care bout the assignment suprisingly... Haiz.. Got so much crap to buy and pay... Damn geram!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I guess that's all for now...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Signing off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;`-LaInA bAnAnA-` :S n grrrr..... &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/33793769-8228144527470622935?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/8228144527470622935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=8228144527470622935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/8228144527470622935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/8228144527470622935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/02/stuff-tats-bugging-me.html' title='Stuff tats bugging me..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-3538826223332664560</id><published>2007-02-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:34:29.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today I found out that sumone (that I shall name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for the time being) kinda likes me -hints&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hints- .. Haha.. Kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt; but kinda &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;at the same time.. Both of us agreed that we dun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;want to start a relationship js yet coz of me having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and he having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SPM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this year.. I kinda&lt;/span&gt; like&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and all but I'm just really scared to actually let myself fall for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HIM.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When I fall for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sumone I fall hard... And I deal really badly with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rejection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.. I guess no one deals well with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rejection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;rite? Haha.. But I'm those type where it takes a really long time to get over.. Haha... Ok I sound really &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fragile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. haha.. Well, I'm not really &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT FRAGILE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I prefer that when he tells me he actually means it and not he's saying it just so he doesn't hurt my feelings.. I feel more hurt when that happens.. Tell me straight if u dun like me.. Dun beat around the bush and tell me lies.. It just hurts even &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deeper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after the truth is out.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm trying say that I'm just really afraid that he's just another guy who wants to take &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;advantage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of me.. Sum times it sooo hard to find and actually trust&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;truthful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guys.. After what happened the a certain sumone I kinda lost all trust in almost all guys... I just dun wanna be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;used again.. I felt so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;after him!!! I'm just so&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that it'll happen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;again.. Its not to say tat I dun trust &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, its just I feel &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;so vunerable now, so weak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; I dunno how a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gal&lt;/span&gt; like me can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;deserve a &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; I really wonder how.. And why would he fall for me?? There's nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;special bout me.. There are plenty of gals who are much better than me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel touched but yet confused.. I really want to noe that he's &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; feeling tat way and not just telling me that he feels that way when he doesn't, so just he doesn't hurt my feelings.. I really want &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to reassure me that he's actually telling me the truth.. Haiz... And I'm afraid our feelings change really fast.. HAIZ!!! I guess that's just way &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is.. We just gotta have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and see what happens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That's all for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;`-LaInA bAnAnA-` =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-3538826223332664560?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/3538826223332664560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=3538826223332664560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/3538826223332664560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/3538826223332664560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/02/afraid.html' title='Afraid..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-2729789477221681083</id><published>2007-02-17T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T09:59:39.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to change...</title><content type='html'>I really HAVE to change.. I myself find myself to be irritating.. I think everyone does even my best frens.. Haiz.. I dunno lar.. I guess I'm irritating coz I try to stand out and be funny but my jokes can kinda be offending and irritating.. Haiz.. Seriously trying to change but its so hard.. Things I need to change are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop talking behind ppl's back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop kinda being a hyporcrite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to be more friendly to ppl I know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more hardworking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dun rely on others when not possible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to chill and relax in my work. I dun have to b perfect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch less tv and on9 less.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop assuming stuffs.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really THINK b4 commenting bout ANYTHING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that's pretty much bout it.. B4 the end of dis year I'll let u noe how many I've achieved.. I'm really certain that its gonna be really hard for me to change... But if i never try I guess I'll never know rite?? Haha.. Oh ya and I found out that I'm AB positive.. I never knew what blood group I was in till recently.. Cool.. I'm a universal recipient.. Hehe... I seriously dunno how that is relevant to the topic.. Hahaha.. Well that's all for now.. Ciaoz.. Take care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing off,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;`-LaInA bAnAnA tEnG-` =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-2729789477221681083?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/2729789477221681083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=2729789477221681083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2729789477221681083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/2729789477221681083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/02/trying-to-change.html' title='Trying to change...'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-7454761179234284133</id><published>2007-02-17T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T20:48:50.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another boring post by me.. Had nothing to do so thought I'd blog.. Suddenly into blogging coz of a fellow sumone.. -coughs- ;) Haha.. Doubt that anyone actually reads my blog but dun really care.. Haha.. As long as I've got a place to blabble and crap all I want without anyone judging me. Been kinda bored since I've arrived. Haha. Did nothing much except on9, watch tv, talk, sleep, eat and more talking and eating. Kinda bored. No one I like chatting with are on9. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never knew being a prefect can be seriously very stressful. I did an assignment recently. The asssignment was to get all the commitee members signature. The aim of it was to get to noe ur seniors and learn patience. Sum of the seniors were kinda nice. They gave us not to hard to do tasks. But sum of the seniors gave us almost next to impossible tasks. We had to do the assignment twice. Lucky the ketua pengawas was nice and he said (after the 2nd time the assignment was due) that he doesn't want us to do the assignment again and he doesn't wanna take up to much of our time. Now the penolong ketua pengawas is asking us to do the assignment only with more ppl dis time. Almost 80 prefects signatures have to be gotten or you'll be kicked off the board. Which is kinda unfair for the gal prefects coz we js got our long skirts made on top of a 5.50 name tag that all prefects must have. I agree with him that sum of us are not meant to be prefects. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last year I noe I didn't take my job seriously but dis year I'm trying to change. The stupid teacher kinda found out/knew we (my gang) use to miuse the bilik disiplin and lepak there plus we bring our phones and use them inside. But now I seldom even leave the class. I'm afraid I'll get fired coz of my history. Haiz. Kinda stressing. Test is on monday plus we have the assignment. Which is totally not fair. ARGH!!!!! I have to spend the hols studying. Damn!!!! I dunno y I'm taking/ everyone's taking it so seriously dis year.. Mayb coz of PMR la.. But its just a T-E-S-T!!! Damn la!!!! Early in the year adi got so much things to deal with.. Haiz.. I guess tat's all la.. Ciaoz.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing off,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;`-LaIna BaNaNa TeNg-`&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-7454761179234284133?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/7454761179234284133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=7454761179234284133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/7454761179234284133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/7454761179234284133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/02/crapping.html' title='Crapping..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-116930847543675714</id><published>2007-01-20T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:54:35.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lost and broken heart</title><content type='html'>This was my 1st poem that I ever made... Try to bear with the cacat-ness of it.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I shed silent tears for you,&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the times I had with you,&lt;br /&gt;All the fun and laughter we had,&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering whether you'll be back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing and hoping you'll be back,&lt;br /&gt;but wishing is wishing and&lt;br /&gt;hoping will remain as hoping.&lt;br /&gt;My hopes and wishes always crushed.&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself what did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it me?&lt;br /&gt;Was it you?&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever be back?&lt;br /&gt;I'm laying here looking at the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come back,&lt;br /&gt;Back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have the feelings that I had with you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that maybe we were never meant to be, me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by, then weeks, then months and I never hear a single word from u.&lt;br /&gt;Your drifting futher away from me.&lt;br /&gt;And in case your were wondering you still linger in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering whether your thinking about me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it fate that tore us apart?&lt;br /&gt;Will fate bring us back together?&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering to myself&lt;br /&gt;These questions in my head are begging for release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to see you again, thought only for a day.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I look out the window thinking that&lt;br /&gt;I might see you walking down the road.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your warmth of my head against your chest.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to see your sweet smile again though for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like your already fading from my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;You were my first true friend.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait forever if I have to just to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to once again be in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;I care about you, but do you feel the same way about me?&lt;br /&gt;I have cared for you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;And I forever will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-116930847543675714?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/116930847543675714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=116930847543675714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116930847543675714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116930847543675714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost-and-broken-heart.html' title='A lost and broken heart'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-116919705944122165</id><published>2007-01-20T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:08:59.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything tat's on my mind..</title><content type='html'>Oh ya refering back to my last post.... I lead my group to victory.. No I didn't get 1st.. but at least I got 3rd which is not so bad considering I was the youngest leader there.. I couldn't have done it with my fantastic team-mates.. They really helped me alot.. Will write bout it in another post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newayz going back to the topic, have u every miss sum one and not miss sum one at the same time.. Its the feeling where u want to see them but at the same time u dun feel like seeing their face.. I've kinda experieced tat.. I wanted to see a guy quite badly and when I did, the feeling of excitement actually faded, and seeing him actually hurt.. And at times I was really set on talking to him and when I actually see him I dun even look at him.. I just feel really hurt looking at him and knowing our history.. I miss him but I dun really at the same time.. The feeling of uncertainty seems to be in every decision I have or am going to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going to another topic... I feel really invinsible dis few days especially with her around.. Like I'm not even there.. When I actually speak up den ppl notice I'm there.. Feeling so invinsible.. Y la?!?!?! Yish-ness.. And I'm nobody compared to her.. She's smart, pretty and everyone loves hanging out with her... Haiz.. I dunno wat to do anymore.. I guess I'll stand out sum day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess tat's all for now.. Nothing to rattle on about anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-116919705944122165?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/116919705944122165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=116919705944122165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116919705944122165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116919705944122165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2007/01/everything-tats-on-my-mind.html' title='Everything tat&apos;s on my mind..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-116470680538754956</id><published>2006-11-28T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:40:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaccurance??</title><content type='html'>If I spelt the title wrong, sorry.. I'm too lazy to find out how u acutally spell it.. I haven't blogged for quite sum time.. Feeling all sorts of feelings rite now.. Haiz.. Exams went bad.. I got 29th in class.. Tat's really bad.. Haiz.. Camp's coming and I'm afraid I can't lead my group and I'll be a lousy group leader and that my team will lose coz of me.. Really scared tat i'll fall sick during camp and scared will get wheezing during camp.. Haiz.. My team is one of the last groups to finish alot of stuffs.. There's still alot of things to get done.. Haiz.. Stressing la now.. And coz of camp I haven't played basketball for quite sum time.. Miss getting to hang out wid my frens.. And coz of camp and my cousin's wedding the next week I dun get to get baptized.. Sum how everythings kinda making me stressed out.. And holidays will soon be coming to an end and I'll be in form 3.. A crucitial year for me.. HAIZ!!!!!! Too many things.. After camp and my cousin's wedding I would really want to go ice skating.. I really loved ice skating.. haha.. I really miss being free.. -sighs-...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-116470680538754956?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/116470680538754956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=116470680538754956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116470680538754956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116470680538754956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2006/11/reaccurance.html' title='Reaccurance??'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-116126010377751835</id><published>2006-10-19T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:15:03.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling cold.....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt so cold n empty on the inside tat u even feel ur heart freezing??  Well I feel tat now.. I never felt so down and angry at everything.. I think the reason y i like solitude is because if i were to be wid my frens I would take it out on them.. I guess tat's one reason and when i'm alone I can think and be in my own world... So many times I've felt so down tat I dun want to get up.. Frens cheer me up on the outside but not on the inside.. They all dun noe how I truly feel deep down... I can look happy and crazy but deep down do u noe wat I'm feeling?? I alwayz think bout wat will happen if I die?? I noe I'll be missed but soon I'll be forgetten like a distant memory.... Everyone expects so much from me and when I dun match their expectations I feel like I've dissapointed them.. I guess tat's the reason no one sees the true me... I dun dare open up my heart fully to anyone anymore..... I feel so alone... When I'm wid frens i just feel like their the wind, they come and go.... I dun feel like I'm the person I actually am and becoming a person everyone wants or likes me to be.... Sometimes basketball is the only thing tat gets things off my mind..... I really can't stand dis life... And I noe  one day be I'll gone wid the wind.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-116126010377751835?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/116126010377751835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=116126010377751835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116126010377751835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116126010377751835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-cold.html' title='Feeling cold.....'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-116058108123669853</id><published>2006-10-11T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:01:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way I FELT bout u...</title><content type='html'>Photo by Ryan Cabrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo, can say a thousand things&lt;br /&gt;But it can't say the million things&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;A photo, can capture the way we were&lt;br /&gt;But it can't capture the way we are&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just words?&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, you and me will have&lt;br /&gt;One more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing, lost minutes and moments&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I might be lonely, girl&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not afraidIn a second, it all comes right back to me&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing's forgotten now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everything's saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just words?&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you and me will have&lt;br /&gt;One more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my life&lt;br /&gt;You were my faith&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just wordsYou can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you and me will have&lt;br /&gt;One more shot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-116058108123669853?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/116058108123669853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=116058108123669853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116058108123669853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116058108123669853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2006/10/way-i-felt-bout-u.html' title='The way I FELT bout u...'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-116040436018650253</id><published>2006-10-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:32:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAT'S WRONG WID ME???</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no idea wat the hell is wrong wid me.... Suddenly I feel so depressed and unhappy... Around my frens, I feel so normal but deep down I noe tat my heart's not at peace.. Its really troubled.. But the prob is, I DUN NOE WAT'S TROUBLING MY HEART?!?!?! Everything started to go down hill when me and dis guy decided tat we were not going to continue being not an official couple... So we decided to be frens but somehow now I dun think we are even frens.. We seldom sms each other, never talk, and even if we do sms it'll be like 1-2 sms... I really dunno wat's happening.. I may be falling into depression.. I feel like everyone's expecting me to do great things.. My exams have just started.. And more pressure to get good grades and not to fail is added to my burden.. I already have so much on my shoulders i feel like already crawling coz of the weight.. I feel really really unhappy deep down... The thought of suicide haunts me... My heart is confused, troubled, unhappy, lost and worried.. Sometimes I really want to give up.. Other times, the burden becomes too great tat I just wanna break down and cry.. Tat has happened to me b4.. I felt so low and so pressured tat I just cracked and broke down. Nothing seems to calm me down.. I really dunno wat's going on wid me.. I'm losing my mind... Pls help me oh Lord.. I need u to help me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-116040436018650253?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/116040436018650253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=116040436018650253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116040436018650253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/116040436018650253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2006/10/wats-wrong-wid-me.html' title='WAT&apos;S WRONG WID ME???'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-115918915953006818</id><published>2006-09-25T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:59:19.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Test</title><content type='html'>Test for smart people!Below are four (4) questions and a bonus question. You have to answer theminstantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately.OK?Let's find out just how clever you really are.Ready? GO!!!  (scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Question:You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. Whatposition are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:If you answered that you are first, then you are wrong! If youovertake the second person and you take his place, you are second!  Try not to screw up in the next question. To answer the second question, don't take as much time as you took for the first question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Question:If you overtake the last person, then you are...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrongagain. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person? You're not very good at this! Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Question:Very tricky math!&lt;br /&gt;Note: This must be done in your head only.Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000. Now add 10. What is the total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get5000?The correct answer is actually 4100.Don't believe it? Check with your calculator! Today is definitely not your day. Maybe you will get the last question right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Question:Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono.&lt;br /&gt;What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Nunu?  NO!Of course not.Her name isMary.Read the question again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the bonus round:There is a mute person who wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating theaction of brushing one's teeth he successfully expresses himself to theshopkeeper and the purchase is done.Now if there is a blind man who wishes to buy a pair of sunglasses, howshould he express himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just has to open his mouth and ask, so simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-115918915953006818?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/115918915953006818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=115918915953006818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115918915953006818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115918915953006818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2006/09/smart-test.html' title='Smart Test'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-115779414702378243</id><published>2006-09-09T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:03:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp or complaining bout a gal??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Camp was not bad.. Lol.. For the 1st time I pengakap and PBSM actually getting along which is good.. Lol..&lt;/span&gt; I actually liked hanging out wif them.. Today didn't really wanna go back.. Haiz.. So fast saturday adi.. Exams are coming soon n so is the stress of exam.. Haiz.. I can't wait till the last paper is collected.. I'll be overjoyed.. Anywayz going back to the topic.. Haha.. The games tat Jie Qi (ketua of pengakap) did was quite fun.. I really enjoyed watching the campers play it.. Lol.. The part i loved most was tat when we ( Suey Erz, Wei Teng n myself) were lying in the tent, we could see the moon so clearly.. Coz we only zipped the net to prevent the mosquitios from entering but opened the plastic thing coz it was really hot and we wanted air to come in.. So we js lay looking up into the moon while talking.. We talked so much till i had a mild sore throat.. Lol.. By the time we actually fell asleep was maybe 3 in the morning and we woke up at like 5.30 or so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We talked bout a back-stabbing, hiao po... I shall not name her.. However we trying to change the subject, we'll come to talking bout how stupid she is.. The way she does things is as if she has no brain... I may think tat a person wif no brain will be smarter than her.. The more I talked bout her the more i felt the hatred of her growing... She can promise she won't tell, the next moment u find out tat she told the whole world... She can't help her stupid big mouth from keeping shut. And she'll turn from being normal to being very hiao when a cute guy passes by.. And she'll act manja in front of guys we noe tat we MAY think r cute.. I find it so eww... She can totally change in like a few secs.. And I pity all those guys who've liked her.. Maybe dis is wat u call being blinded my love.. At 1st when a CUTE guy says he likes her, she'll give some excuse of not telling her answer at 1st but then will drag it on and on.. In tat period of time, the way she talks to them is like she's giving them hope tat they have a chance. And in the end, she lies to them or js breaks their hearts.. I think her bf is really very patient wif her already.. I dunno how many times she's done tat to how many guys... Haiz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Newayz, going back to camp.. Lol.. It was generally good.. At least we had supper rite?? Lol.. Wat i reallly enjoyed was being one of the urusetia.. Coz if I got to like kinda get involved in the game.. It was really nice.. Lol.. Being higher than the campers.. For the 1st time I actually got to really talk Jie Qi and my other boy scouts frens.. Lol.. Overall it was quite fun.. If I got to i would have stayed another nite.. But I felt really uncomfortable coz I didn't bathe n I was so sticky and smelly.. Lol.. If they have it next year I may go but only as Pertolongan Cemas n not a camper.. Lol.. But most of my PC (pertolongan cemas)  frens wanted to have OBH (operasi burung hantu). They were quite disspointed when they found out dun have.. And heard tat there was suppose to have flying fox but the guy from JPA i think couldn't come so tat one canceled.. And the cooking competition was also canceled.. It will not be counted as real camping if u dun cook ur own food.. Seriously if u cook it and though it sucks, u'll feel proud coz u at least successfully cooked smt by urself.. Lol.. Well at least tat was how i felt.. Lol.. Camp is only camp when u sleep late and get up early and get to cook ur own food.. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I've got to stop coz its getting really long.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-115779414702378243?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/115779414702378243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=115779414702378243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115779414702378243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115779414702378243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2006/09/camp-or-complaining-bout-gal.html' title='Camp or complaining bout a gal??'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-115754633707641091</id><published>2006-09-06T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:55:56.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers in my school..</title><content type='html'>Today terkena from my BM teacher, En. Zaid, again.. Yesterday i terpaksa coz i couldn't explain the sinopsis of a story properly.. Today pula kena coz i couldn't answer a question he asked.. Kinad my fault la the 2nd one.. I read the sinopsis and not the story.. I couldn't find tat book.. Haiz.. So terpaksa stand loh.. So embarrasing coz i was the last person to sit down.. :P but not tat bad la.. Biasa adi.. Hehe.. :P He's kind of a good teacher but very miang.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse teacher was Cik Nurul.. She looks exactly like my fren.. The say she speaks in english is also like my fren (my fren's malay).. Anyway, we changed teacher for quite a number of times, so sometimes i dun bring my books coz its really heavy.. So happen tat day i thought she wouldn't come in coz she didn't come in for the whole week so i didn't bring my book.. Btw, i she teaches me moral and we have moral wif another class. Then teacher went around the whole class checking the books.. in my mind i was like die la die la.. Then i purposely wanted to get out of class so i said "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;teacher prefects rehat"&lt;/span&gt; (5 mins b4 the time prefects actually suppose to rehat) Then teacher was "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let me see ur book 1st&lt;/span&gt;". Then she came and asked "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here's your book?&lt;/span&gt;" then i replyed, "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;didn't bring&lt;/span&gt;" then she said "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Get out&lt;/span&gt;".. At 1st i didn't want to then she repeated and pointed out of class.. "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GET OUT&lt;/span&gt;" Then i terpaksa go out la.. So i went out i stood at the back door and was talking to my fren, so happened my fren said tak akan i js get up and walk out meh? then she straight away asked (she was kinda near by) "&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;id u js ask her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; (pointing at me) to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;js walk away&lt;/span&gt;. Then my frens face was like wat u talking bout?. Then teacher asked again, "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DID U JS ASKED HER TO WALK AWAY?&lt;/span&gt;". Then my fren answered, "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Then teacher said "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U (meaning my fren) can go for recess and u (meaning me) stand in front"&lt;/span&gt;.. At 1st i didn't want to then she pointed and said again "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GO TO THE FRONT!!!&lt;/span&gt;". Terpaksa go. Then i was in the front but still outside the class.. A few of my frens from the other class (they're guys) kept on looking outside towards where i was standing.. Tat made me even more embarrased.. Then teacher came out to talk to us asking us y we didn't bring out books. I gave an excuse saying "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i kept my books on my table and forgot to put it in my bag"&lt;/span&gt;. Then she looked at me and said "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;forgot to put it in ur bag?&lt;/span&gt;" n i was like "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;?".&lt;/span&gt; Then she said "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ur a prefect, u should set an example for them.. I dun like seeing prefects not bringing their books.. Next time dun forget to bring.."&lt;/span&gt; I was like "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ya"&lt;/span&gt;.. Then she was like&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; "u can go"&lt;/span&gt;, then i was like &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;terima kasih cigku&lt;/span&gt; and went.. I terpaksa say terima kasih or not she'll think i'm rude n things will be even worse. After tat the prefects from the other class they kinda told a few other prefects and word kinda spread but not tat far till every1 knew... then they were kinda teasing me bout it.. ARGH!! So damn embarrasing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have more teachers to complain about but lz wanna list down.. :P Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-115754633707641091?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/115754633707641091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=115754633707641091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115754633707641091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115754633707641091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2006/09/teachers-in-my-school.html' title='Teachers in my school..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-115737910714132656</id><published>2006-09-04T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:15:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis is how i feel...</title><content type='html'>Dis is the lyrics from&lt;strong&gt; everything I'm not&lt;/strong&gt; by the veronicas.. It really describes I felt or feel bout person I was meaning in my post have u felt betrayed?.. I really love dis song.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;Don't go changing&lt;br /&gt;That's what you told me from the start&lt;br /&gt;Thought you where something different&lt;br /&gt;That's when it all just fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Like you're so perfect&lt;br /&gt;And I can't measure up&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;Just all messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing myself to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;But now I seeI don't wanna pretend&lt;br /&gt;So this is the end of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Cause the girl that you want&lt;br /&gt;She was tearing us apart&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I need somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Telling me where I should go at night&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry you'll find somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone to tell how to live their life&lt;br /&gt;Cause your so perfect&lt;br /&gt;And no one measures up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're all messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing myself to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;But now I seeI don't wanna pretend&lt;br /&gt;So this is the end of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Cause the girl that you want&lt;br /&gt;She was tearing us apart&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never knew all the things that I had&lt;br /&gt;Hey don't u get itI'm not going anywhere with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing myself to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;But now I see&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna pretend&lt;br /&gt;So this is the end of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Cause the girl that you want&lt;br /&gt;She was tearing us apart&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I seeI don't wanna pretend&lt;br /&gt;So this is the end of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Cause the girl that you want&lt;br /&gt;She was tearing us apart&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'm not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-115737910714132656?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/115737910714132656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=115737910714132656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115737910714132656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115737910714132656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2006/09/dis-is-how-i-feel.html' title='Dis is how i feel...'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-115737702092964660</id><published>2006-09-04T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:41:57.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u ever felt betrayed? part 2.. :P</title><content type='html'>Now I js feel really angry.. I have a fren.. Lets name her CM.. So i get most of my info from her coz he has 'no credit' but can msg CM coz she's 016 and in his frens n family where as i'm 012 so its 15 sens per sms.. Ok tat one i can understand. But wat i got really ticked &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;about was tat he didn't tell me he went for a minor surgery.. He excuse 'not enough credit' and u noe wat, I was msging him on monday wanting to meet up wif him to talk to him bout some stuff and he said tat&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he can't meet up and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he's not coming to school.. When i asked him y he said tat he doesn't want to go then said he has very little credit left.. So i was ok la.. Then when i found out from CM tat he was going for minor surgery on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i admit it but i was kinda worried.. After he's surgery i asked him y he didn't tell me tat he's going for surgery he said tat he wanted to tell me but got no credit. Can u see the trick there? On monday he told me tat he doesn't wanna go to school but didn't tell me he's going for surgery.. After asking him y he didn't tell me he's going for surgeryk, 'got no credit'.. See the lie yet?? Haha.. Then i heard from CM tat he was behind her and she didn't realize it till she went into school on &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He told me tat he couldn't meet me.. Btw he doesn't go back tat way, so wat was he doing there?? Hmm.. I would like to noe too.. And last friday he kinda wanted to meet up but was not sure he could meet up coz he's leg was still painful.. He told me if i dun see him by 12.45 means he went back adi ( i came at 12.40 and was at the front gate there kinda waiting for him, looked like orang sesat) and he didn't come.. I asked him y, he said he's leg was painful.. The next day i was wif CM playing basketball, we were walking back to school and she kinda said tat if she asked him to come out he would.. Hmm... Is he avoiding me?? Hmm.. Well, now i dun really care.. If he wants to lie to me go ahead and lie la.. If he does read dis, dis is wat i've got to say to him 'now u noe y i've been angry at u'.. I think wat i said in my personal msg is true (do u noe how deep u hurt me? DO U? Js delete me from ur memory, it'll save me the pain) Ever since u broke my heart, u r the only prob i had.. I want things to go back to normal but i doubt tat it'll be the same... And some how i dun really care if it doesn't... ALL IN ALL, UR NOT THE ONLY GUY!!! btw, do u noe how many ppl told me to forget u?? I also dunno, but i noe tat there was alot of ppl who told me to forget u... I'VE MOVED ON!!!! :D For a very long time, i actually feel happy inside.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I js wanna thank everyone who was there for me when I was really down.. Tnx for trying to cheer my up and js listen to my nagging... :P Love ya guys!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-115737702092964660?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/115737702092964660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=115737702092964660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115737702092964660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115737702092964660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-u-ever-felt-betrayed-part-2-p_04.html' title='Have u ever felt betrayed? part 2.. :P'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-115729248125934085</id><published>2006-09-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:52:28.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u ever felt betrayed?</title><content type='html'>Well, dis is kinda how I felt when tat certain sum1 broke my heart into pieces.. U may or not noe who he is.. If u dun noe, well too bad coz I'm not gonna tell those who dun noe for his sake.. Ok u must be thinking he broke my heart and yet i'm keeping his name secret for his sake, she must be mad.. Lol.. Ya I am mad but though he did break my heart, i'm not tat heartless to let the whole world noe who broke my heart.. XD.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story started when we kinda played a trick on every1 saying tat we were a couple.. It started out innocently (I didn't fall for him yet) but as time went by I started to fall for him.. Well, he kinda found out a few days after we started the trick.. I was really really happy when he told me he KINDA felt the same way bout me (my hse had a black out when he kinda found out).. The whole nite i was like on the clouds.. N i didn't even mind sitting there my hot living room sweating coz i was too happy.. (but he told me he didn't wanna couple up coz of some reasons). He was the 1st guy i had a crush on to ever like me back.. I was really happy tat whole week.. Till exactly one week after he found out tat i like him.. Btw, it was on a saturday tat he found out tat i like him and it was the following saturday tat he told me tat he didn't like me. Do u get it?? If u dun den slowly read it back again.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing.. He told me tat he didn't like me on saturday morning when we were playing bkb.. Ironicly he gave me a mug saying forver yours.. Ironic rite?? lol.. For those who dunno wat's ironic, it means [the use of words to convey a meaning that is the opposite of its literal meaning: the irony of her reply, “How nice!” when I said I had to work all weekend.] But I respect him coz he had the guts to tell it to me face to face.. He told me not to be sad after telling me tat he didn't like me.. He also told me tat his friends told him he should tell me tat he didn't like earlier coz it'll hurt less (i kinda suspected tat he didn't like me, but was not really sure).. And well i said i won't be sad but in the end i cried there in the field.. Well dis was how my feelings were, Happiness -&gt; Sadness -&gt; Despression -&gt; Anger.. Weird rite? I asked him (through SMS) y he didn't tell me straight up he didn't like me from the beginning. And he told me tat he did like me in the beginning and tat he's feelings suddenly faded after a few days.. I kinda thought to myself was i tat easy to fall out of love wif?? Well, i kinda realize now tat it was not me but him.. :P So all in all, i was really hurt by it and i was depressed for quite a long time.. I'll put the afters in another post coz its getting really long.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-115729248125934085?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/115729248125934085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=115729248125934085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115729248125934085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115729248125934085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-u-ever-felt-betrayed.html' title='Have u ever felt betrayed?'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33793769.post-115728858923328682</id><published>2006-09-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:03:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro..</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl, haha.. I think dis will be my personal blog unlike my friendster blog which i kinda put crap in.. I may use dis blog to kinda release my anger, sadness and other feelings into.. I've given u a warning.. lol.. Some may be interesting coz i may share experiences but some may be js boring coz i have ntg better to do.. Lol.. I may post some nice stuff (for me) once in awhile like poems or short stories... Hope u enjoy reading my blog.. ;) p.s. I can be lame most of the time so bear wif me.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33793769-115728858923328682?l=broken-inside24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/feeds/115728858923328682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33793769&amp;postID=115728858923328682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115728858923328682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33793769/posts/default/115728858923328682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-inside24.blogspot.com/2006/09/intro.html' title='Intro..'/><author><name>Elaina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zmAD6heBq6g/SVG4qw0jNvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T2CqAPRfVdA/S220/DSC00315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
