<?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-14770928</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:15:39.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ブロイの影</title><subtitle type='html'>ブロイの影[pronounced like 'Buroi no Kage] means simply 'Broy's Shadow'...

And this is where...

All his feelings...

Will go to...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-115392222293696469</id><published>2006-07-26T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:57:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ブロイの影 REBIRTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;this blog is dead... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;no... not yet... shadows do not dissipate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it has returned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://broynokagerebirth.blogspot.com"&gt;ブロイの影　REBIRTH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;this blog will no longer be functional... visit the new one... thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-115392222293696469?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/115392222293696469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=115392222293696469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/115392222293696469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/115392222293696469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/07/rebirth.html' title='ブロイの影 REBIRTH'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-115158633312482067</id><published>2006-06-29T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:31:30.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes... Love them? Hate them?</title><content type='html'>oh~~~ was meant to post the lyrics of a song here but no matter how hard i tried, i cannot get the stupid blog to post the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the whole page was too long already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes... some are good but some are horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this part of my life, horrible ones are just filling in and filling in and i cant take it... it's annoying and frustrating to see something that you care for so much change... and the worse thing is, not for the better but for the worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do? somethings are out of my control but how i wish i could control them and change them back to what i wanted... to the older times... the times that i've enjoyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these assholes just had to make me annoy and bring these changes around... and i'm not happy at all... they just make my school life a miserable one because every few steps i take, i see people i want to kill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not completely my fault that i want to kill people... they deserve it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when some people say i have a foul temper, i could only thank them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they created my foul temperness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes... i'm trying to make myself change and adapt to the changes around... or even have the strength to change them back to how it was in the history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first steps had already begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by removing all those unwanted memories and any traces of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN contacts... Friendsters... Phone numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so happy deleting those people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to have anything to do with them and to me, they do not exist in my life... and i will not allow them to surface in my life and change the things around me further... i will do anything to prevent it from happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is only the beginning of the removal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary steps will kick in really soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha (not a kind laughter, a sad one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll just wait and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-115158633312482067?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/115158633312482067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=115158633312482067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/115158633312482067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/115158633312482067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/06/changes-love-them-hate-them.html' title='Changes... Love them? Hate them?'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-115132651260253866</id><published>2006-06-26T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:55:12.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sight of those people makes me SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first day of term 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rested my blood vessels and eyes from those annoying people who made it to my To-Kill list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was during recess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;after 1 month of peacefulness and silence, suddenly the outburst of the barbaric yellings in the canteen, my head spun like mad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i could feel my blood pressure rising when i see those on the To-Kill list... i dont wanna see those people... but there are too many of them to avoid totally... whatever la huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;then today have stupid exco meeting... really moronic meeting which wasted my time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you know what? we have 3 council teachers and they have different aspirations for the council... 1 wants the council to be a circus, the other a military and the third, a business company thingie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;moronic people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but the council is already a circus... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ya... i dunnoe what i'm typing but what the hell, who cares la huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-115132651260253866?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/115132651260253866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=115132651260253866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/115132651260253866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/115132651260253866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/06/sight-of-those-people-makes-me-sick.html' title='Sight of those people makes me SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK!'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-115018899260225557</id><published>2006-06-13T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:56:32.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Anger, My Fear, My Everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;just to start, i'm going to kick off with a song lyric... specially decidated to someone... and that someone is the person i'm most afraid of now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Evanescence - Whisper&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Catch me as I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Say you're here and it's all over now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Speaking to the atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;No one's here and I fall into myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;This truth drives me into madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Don't turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Don't give into the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Don't Try to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Though they're screaming your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;God knows what lies behind them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Don't turn of the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Never sleep never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm frightened by what I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But somehow I know that there's much more to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Immobilized by my fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And soon to be blinded by tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I can stop the pain if I will it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Dont't turn away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Don't give into the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Don't turn to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Though they're screaming your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;God knows what lies behind them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Don't turn off the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Never sleep never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fallen angels at my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Whispered voices at my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Death before my very eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Lying next to me I fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;She beckons me shall I give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Upon my end shall I begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;you always think that it's about you you and you only... why are you so self-centered? why must you always think that whatever i do is because of you? no! whatever i did is for myself and myself only... why must you always accuse me that i'm distrupting you? why dont you just see the other way round? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;and when i admit it's my fault, you asked me not to because you know exactly that it's not my fault... and i apologized because i dont want matters to get worse... is it wrong to say sorry? or is it even more wrong to let someone else say sorry for you?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;and you say you would change, hopefully for the better... and you asked me to... yes i did change! what about you?! you said that you would reply my messages but you only replied at the third one i sent after like 3 hours later... and i promised i wont talk to you at night on fridays, saturdays and sundays... and i kept to that side of the bargain... what's wrong with you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i used to think that whatever i did was because i wanted to make myself happier... but i only realized that whatever i did was because i'm afraid... afraid that something will happen to me... not to you... you can be rotten for all i care but i dont want myself to be falling and falling and falling and falling... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;why am i doing everything by myself? why is this so one sided? what's wrong? you no longer listen to me like you did in the past... even though what i told you was the truth... well fine... we'll see... WE'LL SEE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i hate myself for doing all these... but again, i will also hate myself for not doing all these... now, i cant even trust myself... let alone anyone else... you've taken away my life... the only thing that i clinged onto so hard... it's painful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i'm engulfed by fear... anger... frustration... and the most painful thing is that i have to keep everything behind a mask... a mask that isnt myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i want to be myself again... but i cant do it without your help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;you know what to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-115018899260225557?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/115018899260225557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=115018899260225557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/115018899260225557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/115018899260225557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-anger-my-fear-my-everything.html' title='My Anger, My Fear, My Everything...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-114952564202294816</id><published>2006-06-06T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:40:42.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Again...</title><content type='html'>who's capable of making me so breathless? who is capable of making me upset for so many times? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? because i know that you're going to become a something that is not good for yourself... you know that... and even my sister has to suffer this same fate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 important people in my life... why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is madness~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pissed and angry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream and shout and cry!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-114952564202294816?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/114952564202294816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=114952564202294816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114952564202294816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114952564202294816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-again.html' title='You Again...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-114857500351061600</id><published>2006-05-26T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:26:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Everybody's Fool - Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Perfect by nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Icons of self indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Just what we all need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;More lies about a world that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Never was and never will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Have you no shame don't you see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;You know you've got everybody fooled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Look here she comes now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Bow down and stare in wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Oh how we love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;No flaws when you're pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But now I know she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Never was and never will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;You don't know how you've betrayed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And somehow you've got everybody fooled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Without the mask where will you hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Can't find yourself lost in your lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I know the truth now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I know who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And I don't love you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;It never was and never will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;You're not real and you can't save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Somehow now you're everybody's fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Specially dedicated to some insensitive people... and I meant PEOPLE... not Person... Person is singular, people is many people!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Must I always be the one who say sorry? Why can't it be you? It's not as though everything is MY fault! ASSHOLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-114857500351061600?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/114857500351061600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=114857500351061600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114857500351061600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114857500351061600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/05/everybodys-fool.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Fool'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-114847428332266934</id><published>2006-05-24T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:38:03.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Stupid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;well well~ i have to update my blog again... because the lame jokes are getting old... so i have to come up with new ones to keep my 'audience' entertained...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;yeah whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;if only someone who loves to poke his nose into other people's blogs come and read mine... well... apparently, he doesnt... even if i were to curse and swear at him.. he wont know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;anyway, i'm feeling stupid now so i dunnoe what i'm going to type...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;these few days... really irritating... my mid-year results are not that good... but at least i'm happy with it... because all the results are kinda expected... so they didnt really slow me down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;but you know what, i have to thank a lot of really assholic people for keeping me pissed for a very very very very very long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and now... they just urge me to practise more on my sai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and i was rewarded with a sprained arm... -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;but i'm going to practise more... in case i need to kill someone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;or at least kill them in my dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;well... in this entry... i have letters for people... and these letters might not be lame... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;but i'm going to type them anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;it's MY blog people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i type everything and you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;type nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;first letter... i want to write this to the person who constantly break me apart and the person who also glue me apart... but this person... most of the time is causing me more pain than happiness... but i'm just stupid enough to trust that person... but... i still appreciate the company... and i will not let that slip through because the element of 'trust' still exist... mildly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"you know what... you caused me pain... you caused me insanity... you caused me everything... but do you know why i'm still alive? it's because i have to be alive to prevent my predictions from happening... my predictions are becoming true... so true that i cant even believe they are too... but there's nothing that i can do if you dont give a freaking damn about it... i feel tossed like some rubbish... sometimes, you make me sick... but sometimes, you dont... sometimes you just make me feel like stabbing you... but sometimes, i regret having that thought... but what can i do if you dont care? but you know what... i'm going to cling onto every single breath... to see... what will happen... to you and me...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;second letter... to this person who doesnt even know me... but who cares... i will pretend that person knows me and give hell of a scolding~ woo~ VENT my anger... or... i can just type this letter to that whole bunch of them... for my close friends, they will know that these people will make it easily to my 'To-Kill' list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"you bunch of bitches and bastards... you know exactly what you do dont you? you manipulative bunch of people who pretends to be so angelical (dont care whether there is such a word) when you're not... you're just wolves in sheeps costumes and apparently, none of those sane people is able to realize... i have... i know what's going on... it's all your fault that i've died so many times... and do you know what? i'm going to get my revenge... very soon... everytime i see you bunch of people, i will clench my fist... hoping that it will fly right up your nose and hopefully, break every single piece of bone in your skull... i have the urge to grab a fork and dig your eyeballs out... i want an axe to smash your skull apart and dig out all your brain matter... you know how evil i can be dont you? so, to prevent your blood from staining my sai, keep yourselves to yourselves!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;third letter... hmmm... i dont know whether i should type it but... hmmm... i think i will keep it short... to this person... you disgusted me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"you know what's happening dont you? we all know... you've been doing all sorts of things... to think that we can go back to the past and be that happy bunch of people... but no~! what did you do? mess up behind the walls? you've caused us so much agony... you ought to be ashamed of yourself... you make us so irritated... you make us wonder what's happening to you... dont you realize? and now, i even hear that you're speaking bad about some of us... including me... if you are seeking death, seek me... not them... you make me sick!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;well... these letters are not meant to be understood anyway... i'm just typing them for fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;har har har...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;okay... have to go... tatas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-114847428332266934?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/114847428332266934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=114847428332266934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114847428332266934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114847428332266934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-stupid.html' title='Feeling Stupid...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-114709708529992479</id><published>2006-05-08T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:04:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broy's Monday Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Broy's Monday Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price: $Free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mad Boy Planning to Murder People? All Talks or More than meets the Eye&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broy, aged 16, has been planning to kill some of those really annoying people who gets into his way, all the times. They had been messing with plans and lives and he is apparently not happy. However, it just seems like this boy is just going through a tough time, uttering completely nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it ONLY nonsense or does this code represents something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When interviewed, he said, "I'm going to kill these people whose names start with CCCCMJJSSGK and many more to be added to the 'To Kill List'." However, when asked, he did not reply who those people meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just hate those people. Pretentious and really annoying and everytime I walk pass them in school, I clench my fist and and swallow all the anger within. Killing them wont make things end. But IT'S A START!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is he going to kill them? Doctors had said that the boy is undergoing complete madness at this period of his life when his best buddy/friend/what-ever-he-calls-him/her/it is starting to neglect him, tossing him away like a poor puppy left on the streets to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone sees this little dog on the street, please call the SPCA at *^$!&amp;$*#&amp;amp;)($(%(*^. (P.S. I don't remember the number...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kittens in Danger - Operation Save-Kitties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just some other afternoon after Broy returns home, with his school tie off his neck and his shirt all tucked out, trying to concentrate on the computer. However, a phone call distracted him. His brother had told him that he spotted the target - a small little cute kitty kitty kitty with black fur and really beady eyes; a kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broy immediately switched his gear to action mode and in his worst, he went downstairs to look at the cat. He saw a Malay middle aged man looking at the kitten as well, holding a cup of milk. The man was not acting suspicious and his act of kindness made Broy think that cats are being appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Broy's brother alerted him about the real operation - 2 kittens stuck in a concrete cage with a utility pipe meter as their decoration. In the 'cage' was a container with cat food which apparently stunk like mad and ants which seems to be feasting on the junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broy tried to interact with the kittens but the kittens seem to be afraid of him, running around the place. After a few minutes, Broy was already soaked in his own perspiration and he tried to carry the kittens out from the concrete cage to let them have some fresh air and to be free. Mission accomplished? Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he returned home, he bath and suddenly, his brother told him that some moron placed the kitties kitties back into the stinking place. Broy went along with his brother and looked at what was happening. Indeed, some idiot who has no heart placed the kittens back. The brothers investigated the area, checking for clues tha the kittens might jump backing into the junkyard. Broy noticed that the kittens could not even climb up the utility pipe nor climb out from a drain properly and thus, could definitely not be able to jump great heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kittens were freed again and made to enjoy the greenery. They were more lively outside their captive area and they are definitely more happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever who placed them inside the concrete cage has no heart. Please do not do this to the kittens because if they die and Broy knows about it, be prepared to DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in how the kittens look like, look at the following pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/1600/Image(673).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Image%28673%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the Black Kitty Kitty Kitty with the Beady Eyes. The hand does not belong to me to idiots who think so. The hand belongs to the Kitty Kitty Kitty lover, just like me. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/1600/Image(675).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Image%28675%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the 2 innocent kitty kitty kitties that the evil ones were trying to hold hostage by placing them in the concrete cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/1600/Image(678).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Image%28678%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the concrete cage with the kitty kitty kitties that they were held in. It stunk like mad and just look at how dirty the interior were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Annoying Neighbor Who Gets Up People's Nerve&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Evening, peaceful but suddenly, shoutings were heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nope, you're wrong. No one is raped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The annoying neighbors are performing again, with my brother as the special feature, performing the song "I Did Not"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Neighbor, who I shall call Mr Ass, saw my brother cycling pass the neighbor's door. Suddenly, Mr Ass's moronic and imbecilic son, who I shall call urine, ran into the path. No one was knocked down but Mr Ass started to yell at my brother. The rest is a long lengthy story so I shall put them like I would in a script.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Scene 1: Outside the Neighbor's Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr Ass: I saw you trying to bang my son with your bike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brother: He blocked my way. I was just trying to cross until you popped your head out and started nagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr. Ass: 我明明看到你要橦我的孩子&lt;br /&gt;                  (I saw with my very eyes that you want to knock my son)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brother: 我每次要拿轿车，你的孩子就会pop出来block我的路&lt;br /&gt;                  (Everytime I want to get my bicycle, your son will always pop his into my way)&lt;br /&gt;                  我去年要考PSLE，他就会很吵。 我哥哥今年考O Level,他也是很吵。 他每次站在门外大喊大叫。&lt;br /&gt;                 (Last year when I was going to sit for PSLE, he would make noise. This year, my brother is taking his O&lt;br /&gt;                  Levels, he also make noise. He will always stand outside my door and make noise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr. Ass: When you are P4, you are also making a lot of noise. Now my Urine make a lot of noise, then you nag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brother: When we first moved here, of course we were noisy. (Did some stupid actions to explain etc etc..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr. Ass: 不要提以前的事。&lt;br /&gt;                 (Do not dig up the past)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brother: 你也是提以前的事&lt;br /&gt;                  (You also dig up the past)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr. Ass: (starts to yak 大道理 [Big Reasons])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brother: (interrupts) 我没有空听你的大道理。(Rode away with his bike) Some people!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                           (I dont have time to listen to your Big Reasons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Scene 2: Back Home Past the Irritating Neighbor's House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brother: (walks home innocently until 1 or 2 metres away from the door and then Mr. Ass popped his head out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr. Ass: 不爽啊？！&lt;br /&gt;　　　　(Not Happy is it?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brother: (In the house, slammed the gate and shouted) 我就是不爽！你要这么样？！&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                (Ya! I not happy! Cannot ah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Scene 3: In the Bedroom (Operation Urine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brother: (Storms in and complains)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: 我知道这么对付那个Urine了。&lt;br /&gt;        (I know how to deal with the Urine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brother: (Nodded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: 我有两个方法。　第一：我们把Ｕｒｉｎｅ带回家，问：“Ｕｎｃｌｅ，你儿子失踪了，我把它带回来。&lt;br /&gt;                                           (Firstly, we bring Urine home, and ask the uncle, "Uncle, your son went missing and i'm here to bring him home.)　&lt;br /&gt;　　　　　　　　　　第二：我们把Ｕｒｉｎｅ带回家，说：“Ｕｎｃｌｅ，不要把垃圾染丢。&lt;br /&gt;                                           (Secondly, we bring Urine home, and say, "Uncle, your rubbish dont anyhow throw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brother and Me: (Laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well... End of today's LENGTHY but INFORMATIVE News. See you next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-114709708529992479?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/114709708529992479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=114709708529992479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114709708529992479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114709708529992479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/05/broys-monday-times.html' title='Broy&apos;s Monday Times'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-114563138508975423</id><published>2006-04-21T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:16:26.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Happening all Over Again...~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;why is this happening again? huh? why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;doushite?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i thought the hiccup is over... but it's beginning all over again... and i dont know what to do about it... someone please help me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;although i doubt you can do any help besides saying 'poor boy...' or 'you're so unlucky'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but please dont say things like 'it's your own business' or 'dont make your business mine' or something even worse like 'you deserve it...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;because i didnt ask for all these things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and these are not MY doings... i'm the innocent party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I-N-N-O-C-E-N-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but why must i go through this mental torment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;well... take a look at the two things which happened again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The 6... Divided?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just when i thought the matter is over when we can talk and laugh at each another again... the whole affair has to start all over again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;is making each another upset really a joy? is keeping quiet and not voicing out your opinions a joy? i dont think so... there is so much i have to say... but i dont want to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because i dont want to hurt anyone in the process... i feel a very weak glue which is not functioning well... trying to find out what's wrong and trying to glue bits and pieces back again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;why cant i have things back in the past? is the present and future so miserable? for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;many bad things had happened to me... but please dont let this be another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;never judge a book by its cover... and this book refers to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;no one is at fault... no one wanted this to happen... where is the trust? where is our voice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;where is our happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;please let this matter settle and dematerialize as soon as possible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;please...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Corrupted Organization; A Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;well well... if you read my previous blog entry, you will know what this corrupted organization refers to... in this entry, i shall call it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'that corrupted organization'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;read this story... if you understand it, good for you... if not, i'll find a way to bring the thing across so that only clever enough people will understand and those who are poor at comprehension cant... let me play with words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;read this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;thursday... another day for a boy called broy... a boy who worked his ass off for 3 years with the organization... doing whatever he was told... and there was no deny to that... people have eyes to see... he did neglect his duties once in awhile... but he was generally okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;he held a position in the committee in the organization... the bosses used to be nice... but somehow, things just changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;after the incident which happened in the stadium... the operation which the organization had to carry out... a simple operation which changed the mindset of this boy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;now, he can no longer trust any of the bosses, fearing that they will come up with stupid things for him to do... fearing that if he were to do his work properly and if something goes wrong, his bosses will not shield him... the sense of security disappeared like vapour over time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;he stood up from the bench and placed his work on the wooden table... three of his colleagues, one also a committee... told him that there was going to be another one of those emergency meetings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;it has to be another operation... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;everyone in the organization gathered together... with gaps in between one another though... the male boss started to speak... telling us about the operation at the reservoir for friday... everyone across the whole organization had to take part as it is a working day... so, there was no excuse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;no one complained...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the new female boss stepped over and started speaking with a tone which bugs people... it's one of those authorative voice, close to the voice of control... broy used to like this boss when he went to an outing to malaysia... she was fun loving and nice to be with then... but that was history...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;she had changed after her promotion... her character now... no one liked that attitude that she gives... any stranger could have just walked up to her and give her several tight slaps... broy tolerated her nonsense... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;she announced that there will be another operation on saturday... an operation which only is compulsory for the rank 2 and 3 employees to attend... their duties were told and explained... the rank 4 sat and watch... including broy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;however, what changed the quiet and peaceful atmosphere was when she said that the rank 4 is required to do some other duties... and this duty is a duty which people detested... which people thinks that only clowns will do... this duty is cheer leading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;mumblings arose within the group of the rank 4 employees... mostly unhappy with the decision because it was made very clear that the rank 4 were promised to be out of this operation... it was promised on the previous emergency meeting that the rank 4 were excluded because they had to do more work for a major operation in november...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;many were unhappy and mainly pissed... the bosses promised... but they broke it... there goes broy's trust again... for the second time... broy went up to 2 other rank 4 employees and they started talking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'this is not fair! they have already told us that we were exluded from the operation!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'yeah! i have plans on saturday! i cant possibly cancel it... not now!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'we have to voice our opinions... we cannot be unheard of...!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;after the meeting, the three of us went up to another male boss, not the one who told about operation reservoir... he is another boss... a more reasonable and approachable boss... broy had always respected him... but he fear that his boss might do something stupid one day to lose that... but for now, broy respected him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the three of them told the boss about the matter... the boss seems lost and thus, found the female boss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the female boss turned away from who she was talking to and gave them the disgusting look... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'yes?' she was apparently not happy with their interruption...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the male boss explained the matter and we stood there and they waited for an answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'this is an organization project... no one is to be excluded... besides, this is going to be your last assignment'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the faces of the three swelled with anger... one stepped out and started to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'cant we make operation reservoir our last operation?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'yeah! we have a major operation in november and there will be a second major one in May! we have to prepare!' broy said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the boss seemed angry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but the three did not bother about her... they had the right of speech... and broy was glad that he did so... he had voiced out his inner feelings and will not be allowed to be bullied by this new boss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;broy is in the organization longer than the boss... he knows more than the boss knows about the operations in the organization...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and to him, a promise is a promise... and he will not allow himself to be cheated... never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the female boss turned away... the male boss explained that he will try to speak up for us... he understands the rank 4's plight... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;broy thought that the answer was satisfactory... he left... along with the other two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;in his mind, he told himself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i will never allow them to make me do this operation... and whether they like it or not, i will not go... i will not allow them to manipulate me... i have worked so hard in this organization and it's prudent to allow me to rest... and furthermore, i shall not allow them to break a promise they made to the rank 4s... they will not win... i will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;this broy... is me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;well... finally finished this story... long but i've explained everything... like i said... only clever people will understand... i hope you are because i want people to know about this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;well... really tired of typing now... bye...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-114563138508975423?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/114563138508975423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=114563138508975423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114563138508975423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114563138508975423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-happening-all-over-again.html' title='It&apos;s Happening all Over Again...~'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-114544466742810691</id><published>2006-04-19T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:04:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests Tests and Almost Everyday Tests~!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;so many tests these few weeks... almost everyday have tests... be it a mini test, a major test or just some stupid test which the teachers want to give...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;o please~~~ give me a break~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;this is getting barbaric... having test on almost everyday... and there goes all my precious sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and today, i thought i wont have any test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;but surprise! a math test... E math paper 1... cannot use calculator... and thus, i think for this test i died very badly... :p and i skipped a lot of questions because i couldnt be bothered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;well, the relieving thing was that it's not counted for the SA... muah ha ha ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;anyway, i didnt type my blog these few days because there was nothing better to say... managed to find time to type now while waiting for my youngest brother to finish bathing so i can bath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;so... nothing happened these few days though... all i can say was that it rained and rained and rained... that's the only thing i can remember... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and... what else can i say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;hmmm... regarding the 'family-that's-falling-apart'... well... i can see that it's coming back into one piece again... at a rather fast pace in fact... but not fully yet... i hope it will come together quickly... i missed the times when we enjoyed so much... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;o well... i'm going off already... i really have nothing much to say already... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;tata~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i do not reap what i sow... the care i gave... i never get them back... why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-114544466742810691?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/114544466742810691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=114544466742810691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114544466742810691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114544466742810691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/04/tests-tests-and-almost-everyday-tests.html' title='Tests Tests and Almost Everyday Tests~!!!'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-114498980821875426</id><published>2006-04-14T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:43:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayumi Hamasaki - (miss)understood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;浜崎あゆみ　－　(miss)understood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;大丈夫だって言い聞かせて&lt;br /&gt;得意の笑顔に切り替える&lt;br /&gt;投げやりだっていうんじゃなくて&lt;br /&gt;開き直ったっていう感覚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;震える手を隠したのは&lt;br /&gt;同情がさむすぎるから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中途半端で見せかけだけの&lt;br /&gt;温もりなんかじゃ温まりない&lt;br /&gt;それならいっそ見ないフリして&lt;br /&gt;跡形もなく砕け散るまで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今更きれい事だなんで&lt;br /&gt;聞くつもりも言うつもりもない&lt;br /&gt;痛みは増える一方だろう&lt;br /&gt;ならば受け止めて行くまでさ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;こわいくらい澄んだ空気は&lt;br /&gt;嵐が来る前の静けさ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;親切そうなあの人々は&lt;br /&gt;本当は何を知りたいのだろう&lt;br /&gt;優しげな目の奥に鋭い&lt;br /&gt;好奇という名のナイフ隠して&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;君は一体何が欲しいの&lt;br /&gt;君は一体何を願うの&lt;br /&gt;君一体どこを目指すの&lt;br /&gt;そしてそこへは誰と向かうの&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;君が君で生きられるのは&lt;br /&gt;最初で最後この一度だけ&lt;br /&gt;大きな地図を広げた後は君だけの道を描けばいい&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(i typed all these myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I said to myself "I'm OK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And showed my usual smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I didn't feel in desperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But in a kind of defiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hid my trembling hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Because their sympathy was so hollow&lt;br /&gt;I don't get warmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;By the half-hearted and artificial warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I rather want them to shut their eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Until I break into pieces without a trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't want to hear nor speak&lt;br /&gt;The fine words any longer&lt;br /&gt;The pain will be getting worse&lt;br /&gt;So I just accept it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The air is awfully clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The calm before a storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What do those people really want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;With seemingly kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hiding a sharp knife of curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Behind their gentle looking eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What do you really want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What do you really wish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Where do you really aim for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And with whom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's the first and the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;For you to live just as yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You should draw your own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After spreading a big map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Translation from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ayumi.primenova.com/lyrics/missunderstood.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;http://ayumi.primenova.com/lyrics/missunderstood.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-114498980821875426?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/114498980821875426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=114498980821875426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114498980821875426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114498980821875426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/04/ayumi-hamasaki-missunderstood.html' title='Ayumi Hamasaki - (miss)understood'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-114493429398667940</id><published>2006-04-13T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:37:36.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buroi no Kage : Revival (for a moment at least...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yo people~ due to popular demand, i'm shameless aint i, i'm trying to revive my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well, what excuse shall i give for not typing my blog these few months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"i'm lazy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okay... fullstop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well... what makes me want to start my blog again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the many things happening in my life made me... there are too many things happening around so i think it will be good if i can just put them here to express all my feelings... god~ long time didnt blog now my typing sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;let me tell you some of the 'hot' topics that i've been engaged in these few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;or weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;or...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;never mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;since there are many things i'm going to say in this blog entry, let me split it up using sub-headings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family Conflict arousing Curiousity of others... [Yellow... For i want happiness back again...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;first of all... the internal conflict with so many people from our class has noticed... and what can i say about it? nothing... thank you... for curious people, please wait patiently for the explanation next time when everything is settled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;well... for people involved in this conflict... we all know exactly what is happening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;just talking about it makes me want to sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;haiz..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;why is this happening to us? is the family going to crumble into nothing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;どうして？！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the misunderstanding has to go... and it will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;trust me on this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, i have no idea what i'm talking about... i'm just trying to see how much space i can occupy by crapping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's a hard job you know...~ must admire my patience for thinking of new crap to talk about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well well... this is not the only thing that is happening to poor broy... there is more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;here comes another sub-heading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student Council; the Organization which torments Me [Red... For expressing my anger]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many things had happened to me because of the student council and you know what? it makes me detest the council for the very first time in my 4 years education... i've taken so long to realize that being in the student council means i will need to suffer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what do i need to suffer? i have to sacrifice my time for meetings... i have to do tasks and when they are not done properly, i get yelled at... and if they are well done, nothing will happen to me... i have to shout at people for their misdeeds and when i tell the teacher, they dont bother... if they dont care, why should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let me tell you more... do you know that every birthday that i've spent in the school as a councillor is always terrible... let me give you an example... sec 2, sports day... i have to go and do gate duty and make sure anyone else, including me, doesnt sneak back home... sec 3, i had to attend exco meeting until 6 something in the pm... sec 4, which is this year, i have to force myself to attend the council meeting although i submitted a letter that i would not go... and guess what, the teachers wanted to scold me because of the letter because they are not dumb not to detect the sarcasm inside the letter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm unlucky... that's what i can say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as a sec 4, the councillors should be left alone to study for the o levels or at least to rest after providing service to the school for the past years... but no~ i have to do duties like some other councillors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for instance, sports day this year really pissed me off and it's because of this incident, i start to hate the council board, including the teachers leading it... they are practically using up all my free time and PERSONAL time to do things that if i were to complain, i will be yelled at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where is my freedom of speech?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here at least... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o yes... back to the topic... i was attending to the 'cute' and 'adorable' sec 1s who are so assholic and irritating and annoying and i was shouting at them because it's either they dont understand english or they are deaf... or both... and when i went to tell the teacher that those little monkeys were misbehaving, she asked me to let them be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let them be?! then what's the point of me doing duty?! i felt redundant and helpless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the council teachers always say that they will be behind the councillors... let me tell you, after this incident, this statement is officially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BULLSHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what else... yeap... this saturday, my school is going to perform at the DBS arts centre and my chinese teacher gave me 2 tickets to go to the show... so i planned to go out with フグイ... for i wanted to enjoy my saturday afternoon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but do you know what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have to do ushering duty... and i was planning what to wear here and they ruinned my plans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;although i've told the teacher that i have tickets for this thing, i'm not spared... i had to do duty then after that, go inside for the show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i mean, all the other councillors who did not buy the tickets will be able to go in after the duty... what difference does it make if i have the ticket or not... pissed... i'm so pissed~ the only good thing that i can think of is that we get the better seats... that's all! this is so unfair... i want justice done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22nd april... stand down of all CCAs... i cant wait for this day... then, i will be spared from the torments of this corrupted organization and i will be alone... like a normal student... oh how i wish i'm just a normal students and i shall be the one being shouted by the councillors... why is it the other way round...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i have to be prepared... i wont be surprise if after 22nd april, i have continue doing duty... because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's a corrupted organization&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o well... typing all these makes me feel pissed all over again... now... let me go to the third bad thing that is going to happen... on saturday too...~ and it's because of the council ushering duty, this happens... read this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p.s... any other councillors who read this, keep it to yourself because i'm sick of having to argue with teachers... thank you very much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and if teachers were to read this, i have to say sorry because this is what i feel and i have the right to type what i want so long as i didnt break the law of singapore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A girl who LOVES poking her nose into other people's plans... [Green... for you make me sick!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this girl has been poking her nose into my plan for saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;knowing that my saturday was already ruinned by the corrupt organization, i was pissed enough when i went for the usher duty briefing this afternoon, sacrificing math lesson, which i'm not sad for sacrificing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but what makes me more pissed is when this fuc...ing (oops, i sweared~ but who cares!) セラリン is going to spoil my plans for saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;as my birthday so happens to be this month, i treated my friends and family to pizza... and the only person that i've not treated and this person plays a major role in keeping me sane, フグイ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well, since i was going to ask him out for the show on saturday, which is unfortunately ruinned by the duty which i dreaded doing, i thought of treating him to dinner after the show... and since the excos had to do the duty at the 7pm slot and i had the tickets for the 2pm slot, it's only wise that both of us are doing the 2pm slot duty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but... this silence between two will soon be broken by the 3rd person... セラリン ... she has totally spoiled my plans... knowing her, she will tag along with us if i were to treat フグイ to dinner... and the best part is, フグイ wont mind her coming along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but i MIND totally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so, i expressed my piss-ness to フグイ... and i warn him that if my attitude on saturday is bad, it's because of セラリン 's unwanted appearance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm still thinking of a way to get rid of her... i told フグイ that if she were to follow us, i will give up my ticket to the both of them and i will go ahead and do the 7pm slot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;correction, i shall just stay at home... i've better things to do besides repeating 'this way please' like a broken tape recorder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my friends and sister told me to tell セラリン off... but something in me just didnt allow that to happen... i DO want to tell her off but it wont be nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but if i were nice to an enemy, i'm being cruel to myself... what a dilemma... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the only way to solve this problem is that フグイ has has has~ to be on my side for the first thing, which is hardly possible considering that セラリン is so manipulative, and that i have to have the guts to say 'hey bitch... do you know your presence makes me SICK?! get out of my sight!'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haiz... anyway... i'll see on saturday... there are many strategics to use...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but they wont be nice ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;typing these entries just made me feel that it's necessary for me to voice out my opinions... and i feel so pissed again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;フグイ ... if you read this entry... please dont get angry because these are my thoughts... you know that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o well... let me end here... this blog is reasonably interesting enough and long enough to keep people reading... shall type again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when i feel like it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tatas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[blue... for i like this color...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-114493429398667940?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/114493429398667940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=114493429398667940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114493429398667940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/114493429398667940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/04/buroi-no-kage-revival-for-moment-at.html' title='Buroi no Kage : Revival (for a moment at least...)'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-113826021694248689</id><published>2006-01-26T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T15:23:36.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Time at Last~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oops... sorry for not updating because i'm damn busy these few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tests homeworks meeting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and today, it's my best day of the week because i get to go home earliest... :p and if it's not because the teacher isnt around, i think i will still be in school at this moment when i'm type...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i like this feeling... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway, chinese new year is coming soon and tomorrow is going to be the celebration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but what's new... the school's celebration is always so ever boring...~ and i hope i feel entertained tomorrow... but i doubt so... judging from some reasons that just wont make the celebration a nice one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o anyway, i dont feel like typing already because i wanna go and eat and sleep... i seriously need to catch up on my sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bye...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-113826021694248689?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/113826021694248689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=113826021694248689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113826021694248689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113826021694248689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/01/found-time-at-last.html' title='Found Time at Last~'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-113776410028112379</id><published>2006-01-20T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:36:36.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Singapore Polytechnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;today, all the sec 4s in my school are required to go to one poly in singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i chose nayang poly... but then it was like no one was going there in my class.. so i changed my mind and went to singapore poly instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 1 something, we took the bus from the school to the poly... it was quite far because it was all the way in dover... there were only 4 guys in the bus and the rest were girls... so sad right... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we went there... i hanged around with su xin, sheereen, athena and ruiboon and we went around the place to browse through... being in a place crowded like mad and with people looking at you, you will feel kinda awkward... it was kinda uneasy... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around the place trying to see the displays but we had no idea what the hell are the displays talking about because they are just too chim... then we just walked around and look at the funny funny things they made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there was this guy who asked us whether or not we wanted to go on a tour to an electronic place... and we had no idea what he was talking about... so, just to make him happy, we accepted the offer and was brought around the place, looking at all the new gadgets that the people from the poly had came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember at this particular place where they have this voice recoqnision remote control for the tv in which you have to call upon a robot to change the channel of the tv and stuff... it might sound kinda fascinating but you know what, the robot refused to listen to what the person said and commanded and i was like 'what a 'cute' robot...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of that display, the guide asked us what do we think about it... and i was like 'if we need to watch a tv programme urgently, wont we have to quarrel with the computer before it switches the channel?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were some fun parts to the thing...; the free thingies... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides pamphlets and sheets of paper that the people just kept stuff into our hands, we had free drinks and ice cream... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, we didnt know that there was free ice cream until athena realized it... and being lost in the place, athena put on a thick skin and went around asking... 'where did you get the ice cream from?' and i was like 'athena, you very thick skin ah...' :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks to her, we got free ice cream... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after the entire thing, we went home on the MRT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it rained cats and dogs today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing i alighted at the correct station with ruiboon and took the correct bus which led me home without getting too wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well... here are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/1600/Doggie%20on%20Cart.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Doggie%20on%20Cart.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; some pictures i took today... enjoy... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/1600/Doggie%20on%20Cart%20Side.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Doggie%20on%20Cart%20Side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this doggie is a robot which carries the chinese new year thingie and it navigated through the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crowd of people without knocking into anything... cute right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Balloon%20Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;this is the first thing that i noticed around the school... a big balloon car... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-113776410028112379?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/113776410028112379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=113776410028112379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113776410028112379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113776410028112379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/01/trip-to-singapore-polytechnic.html' title='Trip to Singapore Polytechnic'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-113767186822229830</id><published>2006-01-19T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T19:57:48.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moronic Vendor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;sweet revenge... muah ha ha ha ha ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;today after school, the SPO vendor came to the school to get the vetted copy of the SPO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and i always never liked that man because he was such an asshole... we were paying him to do the SPO and he has so many comments on how and what to do... it's like... hello, we pay you to do and you are giving me all kinds of moronic comments... shut up~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and guess what... the copy he gave us was filled with idiotic mistakes like spelling mistakes, no spacing and etc... and they are really stupid ones... i cant believe that we, as students, have to teach adults english... but that shows them never to underestimate anyone who is younger because they dont know what they are in for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;anyway, we were telling the vendor about the mistakes... and ya... the teacher told him all the content mistakes while we, the councillors, told him about the english mistakes and we had a great time laughing at those mistakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;for example, for the national anthem, they can combine the malay version and english translation together... and the anthem sound stupid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and when we told the vendor, i was like "that's the best joke of the week"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;when we showed him the spelling mistakes, i told him that there was a very 'cute' page with lotsa mistakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and you know what he say? he said that that page wasnt done by him... we gave him the copy and he just used our copy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;well, it doesnt alter the fact that there are a lot of 'cute' mistakes in the text... and i doubt any of my school's teachers are dumb enough to mispell everything in the text... so i was argueing with him, saying that it's not the teachers' fault but he just die die said it was our fault...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;see see... we pay him to get lectured... any normal person would get angry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but, the fun part was that the copy we gave was a soft copy... meaning, it was already printed on paper... so, what he has to do is to get his people to re-type everything out again... and when we showed him the soft copy, i was like "see, it's not our fault because the very 'cute' person had made the mistakes..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and that shut him up because it was his problem already... not ours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so, he was like "i will get that very 'cute' person to amend the mistakes." so sad for him right... i know... he's obviously messing with the wrong person and i wasnt really happy at that moment too... but, he gave an excuse, saying that the person was from china and didnt know english well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;in my mind, i was like "then you've employed the wrong person... what has it got to do with me? so sad for you la..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;anyway, when he left, i cant stop laughing at his stupidity... i've finally showed him that the people from my school is not nice to deal with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so, on next monday, i will be seeing him again, i think, to see the corrected copy... so, i'll see what other nice suan-ing tricks i can think of and make him look ugly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;muah ha ha ha ha ha ha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-113767186822229830?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/113767186822229830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=113767186822229830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113767186822229830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113767186822229830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/01/moronic-vendor.html' title='Moronic Vendor'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-113758057387033294</id><published>2006-01-18T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:36:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project? Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hahahahaha... today was really funny... i had a great time laughing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sheereen and su xin came over to my house today... and we wanted to continue doing the project that we did yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;but then, we only spent around 5 minutes on the project... because we just inserted the pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and guess what was our cover page...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sheereen's face...~ :P she made a funny face and it was really really funny.... su xin and i had a great laugh at that until we had a stomach ache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;o well... if you are interested in the cover page, tell me... then i show you... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;anyway, when we finished inserting the pictures, we went to play DDR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and they were horrible at DDR... but they enjoyed themselves nevertheless... and i was at one side laughing and laughing because they were screaming and screaming... really funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sheereen took the 'down' and 'right' sensor while su xin took the 'up' and 'left' sensor... and the two of them were like jumping like mad on the DDR mat... i took a video of that... haha... really funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;o well... we had a great time playing today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;have to end here now.. i'm kinda tired after laughing... bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-113758057387033294?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/113758057387033294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=113758057387033294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113758057387033294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113758057387033294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/01/project-part-2.html' title='Project? Part 2'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-113749627590026074</id><published>2006-01-17T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:11:15.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hello~ i got time to type today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;today bio was so fun because the relief teacher was so fun... mr lim is his name... :p anyway, me, suxin, sheereen and athena were thinking about what design we should do for the class t-shirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then, i thought that we write our names on a menu and su xin suggested that we put the price as priceless... then stupid selwyn go and say put worthless... we had a good laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then i thought of another idea of putting everyone's name into a newspaper article... and the idea was pretty original and cool... :p yeah~...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anyway, after school, i went to sheereen's house along with ruiboon and su xin to do our geography project... sheereen and i didnt do much actually... we just drew the tables and etc... and we designed a 'fatty you' movie poster... it was so cute... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then after the entire thing, we went downstairs to play badminton... then we went home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;o well... they said that tomorrow, they are going to come over to my house... then i will continue the part 2... :P haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-113749627590026074?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/113749627590026074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=113749627590026074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113749627590026074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113749627590026074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/01/project.html' title='Project?'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-113740436626377091</id><published>2006-01-16T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:39:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Update... I see Spider Webs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yoo hoo~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hello everybody again~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it has been a long time ever since i updated my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;let me tell you why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm too lazy to type and furthermore, i'm too tired to type because school has wasted all my time and energy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dont even have enough sleep... let alone have time to type down here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway, since i'm kinda free now... i can update my blog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and since people are asking me to update, i update lorx... what's the point of having a blog when there are no updates coming in... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;therefore, i shall take out some time and type my blog everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if possible... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway... what's going on during the period of me not updating my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nothing much actually... i didnt do much... :p just school and school and homework and e math and complains and etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o well... i dont think i should talk too much on my first entry of the year because i have seriously nothing to talk about besides the fact that today, i almost fell asleep during chinese and physics class... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;chinese is because i was really sleepy... physics was because it's just plain boring... the dull-est subject i've ever watched...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and oh ya... i bought a pair of really expensive shoes... :S but heck coz that's not important...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this saturday going out with su xin, athena, selwyn, rabiah and sheereen to watch memoirs of a geisha... i love zhang ziyi's eyes... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay... nothing much to crap today... sayonara... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-113740436626377091?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/113740436626377091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=113740436626377091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113740436626377091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113740436626377091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-time-no-update-i-see-spider-webs.html' title='Long Time No Update... I see Spider Webs...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-113153603910669543</id><published>2005-11-09T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:33:59.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering from Bad Luck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;have you ever suffered from bad luck before? i bet everyone must have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have anyone suffered bad luck which can really break a person down just like that? and really spoil a person's mood entirely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you what happened these few days... and what can i conclude from all these incidents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially suffering from bad luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... there was this funeral at my void deck that day... i think a few days back... and it maybe what is causing all the bad luck because having a funeral at your own void deck is not really nice... and everytime i walk out from the elevator, i have to walk backward to avoid eye contact with the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, a few days later when the funeral end, on 7th November 2005... i was so tired that i fell asleep... then, when i woke up, my sister and brother told me something really gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my photo frame is an ant nest... and that was my favorite photo frame... and i had to throw it away because i cant possibly keep ants as my pets because i hate ants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i wrapped everything into a plastic bag and went outside to dump it... and when i was outside, i noticed the elevator in the middle [i got 3 elevators in my block... and the middle elevator was what i always avoided during the funeral period because if you walk straight out, you see the coffin and the picture of the deceased], opening and closing, opening and closing again and again... at that moment, there was no one in the elevator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freaked out and just dumped the frame down the chute and went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, i went out... and my mood wasnt that good... perhaps i didnt sleep well the previous night... i didnt mean to be so grumpy when i go out because i'm not suppose to be... i dont want to be... and i almost made the person who i went out with angry... or is he already angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we came back from the going-out trip, we came back and i saw this person in red ran out from my neighboring block's void deck... he shouted to someone on a higher storey... when i asked my friend whether did he see the person, he said no... and i thought i saw a ghost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but later, he told me that he saw the person... and so, that's not really true so i ignored it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, i was talking on the phone... and there was an interruption... and seriously, i hated that but what can i do? so i waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but until i was dragged into the conversation, i was so upset because i'm like a creep listening to someone else's conversation... i had the urge to just say... 'i had enough! i wanna hang up' and hang up but i didnt do it because i cant bring myself to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i suppose that is bad luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today afternoon, i called the person again... another interruption came... and this time, i was like so pissed... why do people like to choose the wrong timing... or was it pure bad luck? so i said... 'i will call you back when you're done...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hanged up... and i waited and called back... but the person wanted to go to bed... so i hanged up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... i survived the bad luck until now and i hope that i wont have any more bad luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and interruptions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont blame anyone for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just blame it on bad luck... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-113153603910669543?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/113153603910669543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=113153603910669543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113153603910669543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113153603910669543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/11/suffering-from-bad-luck_09.html' title='Suffering from Bad Luck...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-113050723625344521</id><published>2005-10-28T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T21:47:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Sec 3... A torturous year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's finally the end of the school year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;or not... because i have to go back to school during the school holidays for council stuff and etc etc etc... teachers cant bare to see us go to holiday that easily... no way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, last few days didnt type blog because i dont want to because there is nothing for me to say because i've been running up and down the school doing this and that until i lost track of the dates and time... so... the entire week was rather packed so ya... i need my beauty sleep so didnt type the blog... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;last day of school... get back report book... o well... at least i improved a bit... what more can i ask for because in my class, competition is really high and i'm not one of those competitive ones so i dont really care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;all that matters is that it is over and i'm happy about it... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o well... nothing much happened except that there is this bitch which came to my house and quarrelled with me because her little assholic daughter bullied my brother and i was like scolding that slut's bitchy mother because she was in the wrong and she makes it like our fault...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and the worse thing was, my father sided them... i was so upset when i realized that he was helping someone who he apparently dont know rather than his sons... so, i was so angry with him that i yelled at him... and at the bitch of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i told my brother never to say sorry to that bitch's daughter because bitches dont deserve sorrys... especially when they are in the wrong... no way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so... if next time that bitch dares to mess with my brother, or me for that matter, i'm so going to yell at her and make sure she goes home disappointed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well anyway, shall end my blog here because my fingers are aching already... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-113050723625344521?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/113050723625344521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=113050723625344521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113050723625344521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/113050723625344521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/10/end-of-sec-3-torturous-year.html' title='End of Sec 3... A torturous year...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112990216509161915</id><published>2005-10-21T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T21:47:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reduced to Ashes... (con't from yesterday...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o yeah! can finally post the pictures again... maybe one day can only post 5 pictures... but who cares?! i got them here anyway... :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;okay... here are the pictures i've been trying up upload since yesterday... and i only get to upload them today... enjoy... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The paper is burning with that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple flame...&lt;/span&gt; Seems magical isnt it? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Burn5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wee~ The paper is more than half gone... So happy... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/1600/Part%20of%20Time%20Table%20Burning4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Part%20of%20Time%20Table%20Burning4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The End to the Paper...&lt;br /&gt;The End to Exams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/1600/Time%20Table%20Reduced%20to%20Ashes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Time%20Table%20Reduced%20to%20Ashes4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112990216509161915?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112990216509161915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112990216509161915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112990216509161915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112990216509161915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/10/reduced-to-ashes-cont-from-yesterday.html' title='Reduced to Ashes... (con&apos;t from yesterday...)'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112977756815608962</id><published>2005-10-20T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:09:27.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reduced to Ashes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally burned the paper that i've been longing to burn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE EXAM TIME TABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got several pictures of it... it's really cool... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why this time i took so many pictures? because some people requested for the entire process of the burning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;watch... but learn at your own risk&lt;/span&gt;... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Secondary 3 Bowen students! Remember this?! The paper that we all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; the most? (or majority hates the most...)&lt;br /&gt;Watch... It's still in one piece but not for long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Exam%20Time%20Table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Candles&lt;/span&gt;... I love &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Candles&lt;/span&gt;... And this time, It's going to burn this nightmare into ashes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Lighting%20the%20Time%20Table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Burning&lt;/span&gt;! It's &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Burning&lt;/span&gt;!!! YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/The%20Beginning%20Of%20Burning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Magical Flames!&lt;/span&gt; (P.S... That's not my hand... If it's mine, I cant take that picture... :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Burning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't you just love that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; flame? It's so &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Magic%20Flame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well... eventually... it reduced to ashes but somehow, i cant manage to post the 3 remaining pictures up... so watch out for my next blog entry and perhaps i will add those pictures in... :D&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/14770928-112977756815608962?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112977756815608962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112977756815608962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112977756815608962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112977756815608962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/10/reduced-to-ashes.html' title='Reduced to Ashes...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112972470629777150</id><published>2005-10-19T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:25:06.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over... Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o yes! the exams are finally over! i'm so happy...  woo hoo... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;can finally sleep and type blog already without thinking about what to study next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no more nights with notes and books and god-knows-what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and it's time to play my head off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yeah~  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o well... a lot of people asked me whether i'm going to burn my exam time table and the answer is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES! DEFINITELY...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but not now because my father might think i'm crazy... so let's do it when no adults are there you yell 'You want to set the house on fire ah?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i will do the burning tomorrow and post the pictures... remember to come and take a look... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;good bye for now... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112972470629777150?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112972470629777150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112972470629777150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112972470629777150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112972470629777150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-over-finally.html' title='It&apos;s Over... Finally...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112823021020121317</id><published>2005-10-02T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T13:16:50.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To: Someone that Important...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Is working really that important to you? Is earning money really important to you? If that's the case, I shall stick to my way of saving money because to me, working is not everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;From: Someone not that Important and Insignificant...&lt;br /&gt;The Shadow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112823021020121317?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112823021020121317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112823021020121317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112823021020121317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112823021020121317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/10/to.html' title='To...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112790514444282365</id><published>2005-09-28T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:59:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Math Teacher... MISSING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;today wasnt a really nice day because i came back home at a damn late time... no thanks to the exco meeting... -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A-math teacher wasnt in school today and so here came a relief teacher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she is one of the teachers that most of the students will avoid because she is those scolding-people type... however, she dont scold directly... she uses the skill called 'scold people without actually scolding them', in other words, nag or lecture... but sometimes, she can be very scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and she was very scary in our class today... not because she was going to yell at us or something... nope... the way she taught us was scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she is an A math teacher and she boasted about how good her math was and blah blah blah... anyway, if she was that good, why didnt she go and be the head of math department but instead went to the student welfare dunnoe what thingie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she taught trigo ratios and those stuff today in class... my actual A math teacher had actually finished teaching that chapter but she is just going through that chapter with us, wanting us to understand why these equations exist and why this over this equals to that and etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when she started teaching, the whole class thought that she was cuckoo... because apparently, i think her brain somehow sot sot already... this is the first time i'm afraid of a teacher's teaching method... it was really scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she would ask any random people any random questions... and she will keep asking us to key in stuff into the calculator... and she will call my friend's name wrongly... :P she will even pull out one of my classmate and wipe the sweat off his hand and yuck... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i was like... 'hee hee... is she here to teach math or scare the hell outta us?' it was really freaking to have a teacher who seem crazy in class... extremely crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i hope she doesnt come and teach my class again... i dont wanna face that mad woman in class anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's just too freaky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112790514444282365?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112790514444282365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112790514444282365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112790514444282365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112790514444282365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/09/math-teacher-missing.html' title='A-Math Teacher... MISSING'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112780930506804190</id><published>2005-09-27T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:21:45.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;phew... the weather is so bad that it's giving me a headache now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;maybe the lack of sleep is also causing me this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;well, thanks to that bitch, i cant sleep yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but at least i got some news that the bitch is not going to win the battle because someone finally stood up and say all the bad things she did and i'm so proud of him... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;okay.. i dunnoe what to type today as usual... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so, i shall end here because i dont like headaches... i'm so going to take a nap later... whether there is a bitch or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112780930506804190?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112780930506804190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112780930506804190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112780930506804190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112780930506804190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/09/headache.html' title='Headache~'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112772804471515525</id><published>2005-09-26T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:47:24.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Class Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;today took class photo... hmmm... this is the first year i took a class photo with the informal and i really went informal... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally, for the pass years, ever since primary school until sec 2, all my informal pictures are like formal ones because i didnt do anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least this year i've improve... i did smile for the camera... i did pose a bit... i did a bit of everything... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... okay... what happened before the photo taking was... i dunno... scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the really scary monster, the nemesis, came to my class and point here point there, say the girls hair dunnoe what too long and stuff... or that they got earsticks and that's forbidden... i mean.. what the hell... we have our own lives for crying out loud.. school is just part of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... then the boys... the boys was okay... except that you know, she is excellent at finding fault with people... she can find fault with almost anything... you know, there was this boy in my class who tucked in his shirt and she pulled it out and said it's not tucked in... of course la.. she pulled it out and she expects it to be tucked in? madness...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing she didnt scold me... but she did say something about the prefects... btw... we are called councillors... not prefects, dumbass~ she said that we are not doing our job... and i was like 'excuse me~ like you are doing your job like that... all you know how to do is to find fault with people... go to hell la...' :P ermhx... i didnt shout that out... i was cursing under my breath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well.. that's the only highlight in the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and ate lunch and some chocolate... the chocolate was too sweet... yuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called starhub about the email thingie in my phone... but guess what.. i called them 3 times before i can actually get the thing working... ai... not really working coz they got technical errors... so... i dunnoe whether is my handphone working fine in the email part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... i think i'm going to go and sleep now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... exams coming and i havent study yet... heck la...~ tomorrow then start the studying... who cares... :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112772804471515525?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112747406614343274</id><published>2005-09-23T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:14:26.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete Sweet Revenge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muah ha ha ha... i've finally kicked the person i hate the most in the ass... muah ha ha ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;during taekwondo today, we had sparring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i wasnt in the mood to spar because i was exhausted and was running low on energy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so... the first 2 opponents... i didnt really use much of my strength and mind to really fight them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;until i've realized that i'm going to fight with the 'fiercest' person in the taekwondo club when it comes to sparring.... but today, she's not the fiercest... no long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she... she is that slut that spreads rumor about me... she is a whore who is so desperate for guys and will not be able to live without the existence of men... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm finally given a chance to show myself... to fight her... to seriously kick butts... she should be lucky that i was not able to execute my entire strength on her today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so... i summoned all the last bit of energy in me to fight her... i take revenge for myself... to show her that i'm not someone who can be messed around with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i kicked her... in the side... and she almost fell... the sir told me not to use too much strength... i told him that i couldnt because i was tired already... but i was lying... i did that on purpose... it's revenge time and i wont show her any mercy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when she raised her leg to kick me... i purposely blocked using a normal taekwondo block... normally, i will block using my instincts.. but today, i used the side of my arm to hit really hard down to block... i wouldnt call that block because i striked down with all my strength to her leg... and there she was, with a bruised leg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but this is only the beginning... throughout the battle, i used all the strength that i could gather... and i was finding all the opportunity to strike her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;until the battle ended... i've only taken part of my revenge... it's not over yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the day when i can execute my full strength would come... and i wont show her any mercy... i'll do my best to send her from one end of the hall to the other... or perhaps just making her fall would be good enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her puny boyfriend will not be spared too... that arrogant little brat... i will kick his ass one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but for now... i will have to wait for that day.. the day when i can finally take my revenge completely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will not allow her to defeat me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm determined to kick her ass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will have my revenge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112747406614343274?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112737534266889810</id><published>2005-09-22T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:49:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Thursday</title><content type='html'>it's thursday already~ the weekends are approaching again... yeah...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my stupid math teacher gave more homework... but i'm not going to do them.. well, not all of them... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. today was not really interesting because i didnt laugh much... normally, i only classify a day fun when i get a chance to laugh at something stupid... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today... except that i walked in the rain just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... ending here... bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112729592485773888</id><published>2005-09-21T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:45:24.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee~ i'm back to typing my blog already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling better already also... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt type blog coz was not really feeling well.. then the other days... just dun feel like typing because i seriously need to catch up on my sleep so i spent all the typing time in my bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, now that i've caught my sleep back.. i can type my blog again...~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what... i changed my phone... dun worry... number is the same... but this phone is going to bring me good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this blog too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz... i can take pictures now and post them here... cool right? :P coz last time that one cannot put pictures onto the computer so... ya... this one can so... ya... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... now let's sample a picture... this picture is of the fullerton hotel which i took when i went to my cousin's wedding on sunday.. i really like this picture a lot.. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Fullerton%20Hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;well... how is it? i like the lightings especially... it's so cool and calm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okay... shall stop here.. bye... :P&lt;br /&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/14770928-112729592485773888?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112729592485773888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112729592485773888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112729592485773888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112729592485773888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back~'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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thing, copper oxide, to mix with sulphuric acid and then carry out some steps to get this blue color solution... really nice blue... i love that chemical... :P it's called copper (II) sulphate... haha... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;then... geography was a usual quite fun coz we got a nice geog teacher... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;VE was also quite fun... coz teachers acted in a skit for us to watch... damn funny... :P but the rest was boring... :P got to sit in air con place... but then end up high tide need to go to the toilet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;then council meeting... nothing much la... tried pulling people into student liaison department... hmmm... managed to pull 3 la... haha... then quite fun la today de council meeting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;okay lorx... dun want to type ler... :P listening to BoA de song... thanks to gwendaline for lending me the disc... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112669644586915769?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112669644586915769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112669644586915769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112669644586915769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112669644586915769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/09/dunnoe-what-to-type.html' title='Dunnoe what to Type...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112660034888770609</id><published>2005-09-13T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:32:28.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy Itchy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i slept at 4am this morning and do you know why? i will tell you why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ever heard of these irritating freaking creatures called the bed bugs? well... perhaps you have heard of them but have you encounter them before? well, i had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bed bugs are what look like ladybugs... except that they do not have black polka dots on their back... bed bugs are red and small and flat and not much squishing can actually kill them... they suck your blood like some idiotic parasites and the effects are itchiness... like what mosquitoes do to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;these bed bugs had been bugging me for so long... and they are really irritating because they made me scratch my hands and legs very often because it itches... but at least now, i can kinda control scratching because someone told me not to do so or else i will end up getting a 'scolding' for self-torture... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay... back to why i slept so early in the morning and so late at night... actually, i went to bed at 11pm... my maid took my bolster away, thinking that the bolster was the cause of my itchiness... but it wasnt the main cause... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i tried to sleep... flipped and tossed in the bed for more than 5 hours... i was so tempted to sleep in the living room or better still, sleep on the floor because i was itching all over from top to toe... at that moment, my fan was on and my air con was off... so, i switched off my fan and turned on the air con and went to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this time, i succeeded in sleeping... for 2 hours before i wake up again... -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o well... i hope those stupid bed bugs will die and extinct one day or else i will be as sleepy as today... and even when i type this blog, i feel sleepy and a slight headache due to the lack of sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so next time when people say 'good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite', take it seriously or you wont have a good night... neither will you sleep tight... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112660034888770609?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112660034888770609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112660034888770609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112660034888770609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112660034888770609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/09/itchy-itchy.html' title='Itchy Itchy...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112651689340150458</id><published>2005-09-12T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:21:33.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a 'Wonderful' Day...~ -_-"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the sun is rising... the birds are chirping... you know that's it's gonna be a beautiful day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;NOT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;hello~ it's the first day of term 4 for crying out loud... the students, us, are dragged out from the used-to-be beautiful day and now, the nightmare is beginning all over again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;okay... today is the first day of school and i dont really like it... nor do i have any special feelings about it because to me, it's just any other pathetic monday with physics lesson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;what did i do today? i dont think i did much... ya... i did a lot of copying of homework... :D smart eh... :P and i did a lot of erm... i dunnoe... nonsens-ing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;early in the morning... was made to copy names of those with long hair... come on... pity the councillors already... copying people's name is not as easy as you think okay... :P it's tiring job because you have to stand and squat stand and squat again and again to get their names... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;well... late for bio class as usual... bio class was fun today... the teacher was in a really good mood and was joking throughout and ya... therefore it's fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;chinese was boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;math was also boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;english is okay because we did group work on whether we should wear uniform and to my horror... most of them actually want to wear uniforms... yucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;physics lesson was stupid... because i was doing my math homework throughout... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;after school... went to settle the SPO thingies... printed stuff and sorted out stuff... then tomorrow have to settle some more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;haiz... so tired now... and soaked in perspiration... later still need to copy more homework... :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;okay... shall end here... i seriously need to bath and take a nap... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112651689340150458?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112651689340150458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112651689340150458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112651689340150458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112651689340150458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-wonderful-day.html' title='What a &apos;Wonderful&apos; Day...~ -_-&quot;'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112644528385334862</id><published>2005-09-11T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:28:03.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Reopening Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;NO! I DONT WANT SCHOOL TO START! I STILL WANT MY HOLIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;well... i think i wont be the only one making that above statement... one week holiday is too short... and on top of that, half of the holiday is eaten up by school... so practically, you only get a few days of holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and i dont call that holiday~ it's called a weekend... -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and the teachers cant see us free during holidays... because they will feel uneasy.. and thus, homeworks come our way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;anyway, i havent finish my homework... haha... :p because some of them i cannot do... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;if you're wondering how come i didnt type my blog for so long... it's because i'm using every single second of my holiday carefully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;enjoying myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and NOT doing those freaking assignments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;like i said... holidays are for resting and enjoying... not for self-torture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;it's my life anyway... i choose what i wanna do and what i dun wanna do and no one can do anything about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;okay.. ending here... i dunnoe what else to type already... i'll resume to typing my blogs from tomorrow onwards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;until the next holiday... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112644528385334862?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112644528385334862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112644528385334862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112644528385334862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112644528385334862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-reopening-tomorrow.html' title='School Reopening Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112589603415078236</id><published>2005-09-05T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T19:15:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School... During Holidays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;have to go back to school today for some stupid math class... really idiotic... wasted my sleeping time... *pouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and came home with 2 sets of homework and knew that more would be coming... even worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;this year's holiday suck... i dun even have the holiday mood... stupid teachers... stupid school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;okay... that's the end of my complain for today... it's only 12.49pm now... wow.. i think i'm going to go and sleep later... and then maybe do my stupid math homework on circles... argh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;btw... some info for you people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;next time when you go and buy DVDs, watch out... never ever ever buy any DVDs which are original and sold at around 9 something... it's too good to be true... and... when you buy an english movie on DVD, make sure that there are no chinese words on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'll tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;buying them would means that you need another DVD player which can actually play it... for example, if i were stupid enough to buy an english movie, say Elektra, and it has the chinese name of Elektra on the box, i cannot play it on a DVD player, computer or even the PS2.... the code is not correct...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;other words, you can only play that disc in china... wasted your money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;so... next time when you buy DVDs, especially at TS, make sure you watch out for these... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;before you regret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112589603415078236?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112589603415078236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112589603415078236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112589603415078236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112589603415078236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-school-during-holidays.html' title='Back to School... During Holidays...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112575002577474477</id><published>2005-09-03T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:20:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i cant breathe well when i woke up this morning... dunnoe why.. felt a tightness in my chest... really uncomfortable... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;okay... i dunnoe what happened to me today but because i couldnt breathe well, i couldnt think that well nor be myself well... horrible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;went out today... really bad... i couldnt breathe well and people thought that i was angry when i wasnt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i really wasnt angry...~ believe me...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i just wasnt myself because i think i didnt get enough air... it's not my fault that i couldnt breathe well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and so many things happened today... and i couldnt accept them properly... resulting in my so called 'bad mood'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but i'm not in a bad mood... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i just couldnt breathe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112575002577474477?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112575002577474477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112575002577474477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112575002577474477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112575002577474477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/09/breathless.html' title='Breathless...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112566349135024476</id><published>2005-09-02T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:18:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;2 meetings in a row today... taekwondo and council... what a handful... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;why didnt i type my blog yesterday? because yesterday was too personal... :P not meant for the public... yeah...~ :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;anyway, today is the last day of school for term 3... well... time is really flying pass... term 3 already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;english lesson was boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;geography lesson was just a test because the teacher wasnt in class... o ya... guess what we did before the test... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the relief teacher came into our class and started to talk about singapore thingie.. and i was like... "ya... shut up and let us do our stuff... as if anyone wants to listen to your nagging..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but when she suddenly told us that there was a test, everyone complained... everyone said that there wasnt a test and stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and when the teacher left the class to collect the papers, we started to paste the notes onto the wall... quickly... :P so that we can look at them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;when the teacher came back... she saw selywn pasting the notes... she got suspicious... she looked around the place and realized that all the notes were on the wall... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;we lied... we told her that those were on chemistry... and some on bio... :P but apparently, she didnt buy it and so... there goes our plan... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;literature... must admit that it's the best literature for the entire sec 3... we get to make paper planes and fly them... instead of looking at the stupid grass is singing or some stupid poems in which you dun understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;okay... we did look at a poem... but not really into it... the poem is the reason why we get to do this paper plane thingy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;so... we made paper planes throughout the entire lesson... and it was fun... :p we made a huge mess and my table was damn messy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;flying part was fun... because you get to see those planes fly... and land just a few feets away from you... and surprisingly, my group's plane was the winner... it flew the longest distance... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ya ta...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;then, got result slip... wow... i've improved... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;then, after school... taekwondo meeting.. had to take minutes... first time taking official minutes so kinda stressed up... :p but still got over it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;council meeting for excos... nothing to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;came home and eat and bath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;slept for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;went out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and typed blog... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112566349135024476?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112566349135024476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112566349135024476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112566349135024476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112566349135024476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/09/meetings.html' title='Meetings...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112547459590015999</id><published>2005-08-31T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:49:55.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers' Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tired~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was running up and down the school today because i had to check things out to make sure things were going out alright..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;at least things turned out alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the entire process is too long and boring so i lazy to type... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well... after school, i rushed back home and rushed back to my primary school... hoping to see my teachers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well... i did... and seeing is the only thing i did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my friend gave me my chinese teacher's number... but unfortunately, she could only talk on the phone because she was going on course... sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for my primary 6 form teacher... he was having a meeting and i only saw the back of his head... sad also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and at that moment, i was so damn tired and hungry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm still tired and hungry now because i havent ate anything except for this peppermint ice cream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay... i'm gonna eat and sleep... bye... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112547459590015999?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112547459590015999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112547459590015999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112547459590015999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112547459590015999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers&apos; Day~'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112539082384086814</id><published>2005-08-30T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:33:43.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't See? Nah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha... i had a fun time lying to people today that i'm half blind... you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;because i wore contact lenses today to school and they really thought that my glasses broke and that i lost my contacts lenses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well, only 3 of them know... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i ran my 2.4 today... again... because i failed the previous time and i dun care anyway... :p but at least the timing i got this time is better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and when the entire thing was over, i stink like mad... i cant stand the smell myself... phew... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the rest of the day was boring... bio was boring, chemistry was even boring because we had to do this stupid math worksheet on triangles... i'm getting SICK of triangles... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and math...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and the last part of the day... worse.. social studies... boring like hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when school ends, i was like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;IT'S FINALLY OVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and i think i gonna bath later... and sleep... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;okay... byex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112539082384086814?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112539082384086814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112539082384086814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112539082384086814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112539082384086814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cant-see-nah.html' title='I Can&apos;t See? Nah...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112530613865502690</id><published>2005-08-29T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:02:18.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Back... But that doesn't stop the fun... :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;well well... physics teacher is finally back from his re-service for 2 weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and today, we have physics lesson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but i wasnt looking forward to it because as usual, physics lesson was boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;well, not this time because me, ada, sheereen and annis were joking in class... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we told jokes in class and laughed at ourselves or one another, or, just show that 'lame' expression on our faces when the jokes are not as funny... and we did that in class... with the teacher around... :P cool... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;this is how we do it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sheereen and annis would turn around and we would start talking nonsenses and laugh and laugh and when the teacher comes, sheereen would pretend to ask me something regarding physics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ya right... asking me physics is like asking a wall... because i wont know the answer... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;then, the teacher thought i wasnt listening in class... and he flipped my textbook and asked me something about angles... and i got them correct... you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;because i learned that in sec 2 and i still remember it... it doesnt mean i'm paying attention to his class... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;o well... lazy to type further... so shall end here... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112530613865502690?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112530613865502690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112530613865502690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112530613865502690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112530613865502690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/teachers-back-but-that-doesnt-stop-fun.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Back... But that doesn&apos;t stop the fun... :P'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112513087641936383</id><published>2005-08-27T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T16:21:16.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BORED~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BORED! i got nothing to do now... BORED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;saturday... normally i wont type blogs on weekends.. but today, i actually typed one because i'm just too bored and i'm apparently looking for something to do... and since i realized that i can type a blog, here i am.. typing a blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i woke up around 12 today... feeling bored already, knowing that there is no one to go out with me... and, my sister was missing... went out with someone i suppose... i turned on the computer... i mean, i just turned on the screen because my sister didnt turn off the computer before she go out... wasting electricity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well... was looking through the internet... chatting with people... and eating lunch at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then, went to play tenchu... and i've finally unlocked all the special abilities for both ayame and rin... fantastic... but it's only the beginning... played until 3.55 like that... went to bath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;came out of bath room and here i am.. typing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm still bored...~ someone talk to me...~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's a long time ever since i'm bored on a saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and i hope the following saturdays or weekends for that matter will not be bored like today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112513087641936383?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112513087641936383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112513087641936383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112513087641936383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112513087641936383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m BORED~'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112505701238459370</id><published>2005-08-26T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T19:50:12.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Bad Bad Bad Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;today is definitely a very bad day for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beginning of the day was still smooth... but after school, everything changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i shall tell you the entire story... but hide some truth away because i'm told to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it goes like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;after school, i went to did my chinese oral... it didnt turn out that well because i cant read some of the words from the passage, putting me to a great disadvantage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;after oral, went to the councilors' room and the real bad day begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mr william bursted into the room, asking where he anti-drug posters are... and we were like 'what are you talking about? does that poster exist?' so, he told us that miss M has the poster and so, someone went to look for her and she came with the bad day maker...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;they came into the room.. bad day maker [let's call her BDM for short...] came inside and took the stupid pieces of paper on the table, and she commented that the room was dirty... she has the guts to say that?! omigosh... she was in charged of the cleanliness of the room and it's ironic that she said that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BDM went out, and called out for person P. we all know that BDM was going to make person P put up the poster or do something similar but it's definitely not good so person P said he dun want to go out of the councilors' room and he shut the door. he SHUT the door and not SLAM the door... i'm the best eye witness there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BDM got mad and crazed and started yelling like a mad woman, calling out of person P but person P did not want to go out of the councilors' room... but, eventually, he gave in and went out... i followed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i knew that BDM was about to scold person P so i tried to stop them... i asked BDM what she wants and told her that i will do it for her... but, she RUDELY asked me to go back into the room... what rights do she have to make me do that because the door doesnt belong to her and i'm not her dog... i continued standing there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;now, BDM turned nasty and yelled at ME... i was about to yell back but i was pushed back into the room by person P... the door closed and i pinned my ear to it, trying to get every single part of the conversation out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the argument began... and it was a fierce one... i stood there listening, wishing that i could go out and slap BDM right in her freaking face but i cant... i dont do slapping in school... but person P being scolded by that BDM, i dont think so... but trusting that he wont let himself lose, i listened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;apparently, BDM wanted respect but firstly, did she give respect to others first? she uses her authority to boss people around... she wanted to make person P take the key from the discipline mistress but person P did a clever twist by asking why BDM didnt go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;person P answered for that yakker... because BDM is afraid of the discipline mistress and have to guts to face her... well, i applause to that because it's true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;quarrel went on and when it finally ended, person P came in again... the news of the argument spreaded out like hotcakes on sale... but not many knows the real cause of it because they wasnt there to witness it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in between, miss M came in and i started to tell her that BDM was going too far.. miss M told me not to hate BDM for that... i told her i wont but i'm lying... and i told miss M straight that BDM is being bitchy.. and i told her i hate BITCHES... she looked stunned... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, end of second bad thing that happened today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;actually, all these could be avoided because i did asked person P to go home. if he did listen to me, this will not happen and i wont be typing this really long blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;after the argument, i tried to make person P go home... well, he wont again and i felt that i was somehow begging him to go home... i didnt want another argument to happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;he didnt listen to me... i was angry... i grabbed my stuff, kick the chair blocking the door away and closed the door... i regretted not slamming the door... so much for caring... no one appreciates it? fine... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that's the third bad thing which made me breathless... literally... i couldnt breathe well... whenever i get too angry, i would not be able to breathe properly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i was going to have taekwondo but with me being breathless, how can i do the things properly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i reached the basketball court and saw all the taekwondo people standing there, apparently waiting for instructions to be given... the chairperson of taekwondo didnt bring her gee and so, no one was there to take class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and the fourth bad thing which happened... she wanted to make the slut in taekwondo take class... well, that's adding fuel to the fire and i was extremely pissed.. i told her that if she was to take class, i would rather go home... i wont allow her to control me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, at least she didnt take class... good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the training itself is the fifth bad thing.. standing under the hot sun, we had to do our warm ups... which will eventually warm us enough to cook eggs by holding them... and there were clowns making fun of the training at the basketball court and i was really pissed then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sixth bad thing... during training, i felt dizzy and i almost fell onto the ground... but the good thing was that i still had strength in my thighs to support me further...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i gave up... i told my sir that i wasnt feeling well and he excused me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, at least the day is over... but the remains will still be present around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's all BDM's fault... she started all my sufferings... although she didnt scold me directly but it still affects me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;curses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;if you don't care, why should i care at all? i dun want to be angry with you... you know that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112505701238459370?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112505701238459370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112505701238459370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112505701238459370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112505701238459370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-bad-bad-bad-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Bad Bad Bad Day!'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112486882829164144</id><published>2005-08-24T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:33:48.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Came Home Early Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o yes~! form teacher didnt take VE today and the slack teacher took over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and once we finished the lame worksheet, we get to go home... haha.. so i finished that pathetic piece and came home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but before that, went to hougang mall with ruiboon because he wanted to top up his EZ link card... and i went there to get something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;reached home and ate bee hoon [yucks!] i'm still trying to overcome my fear for bee hoon because when i was young, whenever i ate bee hoon, i would feel like puking... dunnoe why... at least now, i can control and press the puking feeling down and feel practically nothing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and because of that, i'm still hungry! there's nothing for me to eat at home already... besides this biscult which is really plain... but i'm not planning to eat it... i'm gonna find something else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well... have to go and search for food... [i sound like a desperate wild animal looking for food]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112486882829164144?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112486882829164144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112486882829164144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112486882829164144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112486882829164144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/came-home-early-again.html' title='Came Home Early Again!'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112478109505756780</id><published>2005-08-23T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T15:11:35.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Came Home Early!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o yeah! today social studies teacher didnt come... so, we get to go home early... :P that means more time for me to sleep... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aww... cannot... still need to study for tomorrow's chemistry test... *pouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just when i can get to go home early for once, i got a test on the next day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i think i might be going to the cash deposit machine later... got money need to deposit coz i almost 'NETS' finish my bank balance already... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay... eating prawns now... dun wanna dirty the keyboard... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shall end here... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112478109505756780?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112469962394862548</id><published>2005-08-22T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:33:44.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell Asleep in Class?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;haha... i kinda fell asleep in class for the first time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well, but that time was during english test... and i had finished my test so there was nothing else to do and i cant do my math homework so i have nothing to do but sleep... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i was tired... cant blame me... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;nothing much happened today... physics was another yakking session for most of us and me, ada, ashely and sheereen told stories and it was really fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;okay, dun think anything else really significant happened... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so... have to go... maybe going out later at night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112469962394862548?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112469962394862548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112469962394862548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112469962394862548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112469962394862548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/fell-asleep-in-class.html' title='Fell Asleep in Class?'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112436000099356005</id><published>2005-08-18T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:15:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week is Passing Fast... Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o well... it's thursday again and i'm so happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because school week is going to end soon and i can have my weekends again... o yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... nothing much happened in school... except that today, school was quite a breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for the bio test because it's really difficult... i never expect the teacher to suddenly go crazed and change her testing format altogether... well, anyway, who cares? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i've been a bad boy today... you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i was eating in class... haha... :P i ate raisins and chocolates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before english lesson, ashely gave me some raisins... correction... not some... she gave me a handful and it was minutes away from english lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the teacher came in... oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... i stuffed that handful of raisins into my mouth and started to chew it frantically... :P really comical... coz i dun think people actually stuff a whole handful of raisins into their mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates... at least i didnt stuff them in because i had time to slowly eat it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked home in the rain... ate lunch, played tenchu and kicked my brother's friend's ass in that game... played tenchu fatal shadows by myself... bath and here i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate people who backstabs others... Especially when the other person was the reason why the backstabber is where he is today... He won't be able to win... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112436000099356005?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112436000099356005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112436000099356005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112436000099356005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112436000099356005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/week-is-passing-fast-again.html' title='The Week is Passing Fast... Again...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112426222328443123</id><published>2005-08-17T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:03:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Makes Me Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;today... 4 periods of A math and 4 period of E math... irritating isnt it? math and math and math and nothing but math the whole day... really tiring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;there was actually chemistry today, but miss lee suddenly wanted to change it to math class. but suddenly, she changed it back to chemistry again so... we did chemistry... but the boring part of it coz it involves calculations so in other words, it's still math...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;geography was fun because we were finally going to learn rivers... i mean, i like rivers... dunnoe why... :P they are fun and seem easier to learn also... then today, geog teacher brought us out of class room to this slope to tell us about formation of rivers while we stand in the sun... at least it's not some boring math lesson, sitting in class looking at those stupid functions terms, algebra, area etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;also got lotsa homework... but i not planning to do my a math because the teacher doesnt go to the class list and tick. or, maybe i will just copy some of them from my friends tomorrow and just hand up for the sake of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i hate homework, especially math homework...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;well... i have to go and study my bio later because there is going to be a quiz tomorrow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when teachers say they are going to give a quiz... what they mean actually is to give a test... a quiz just sounds nicer... liars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nothing more to say.. so i better go now... bye bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112426222328443123?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112426222328443123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112426222328443123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112426222328443123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112426222328443123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/math-makes-me-mad.html' title='Math Makes Me Mad'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112420072667657599</id><published>2005-08-16T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:58:46.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i've fallen for so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the scars remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but why do i keep falling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and it gets harder to get up everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the sound blasting into my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;pushing me onto the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the push into the tunnel of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i cant get up well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i know i cant break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;for the simple sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i cant bear to break it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i know when i'm not wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hurts me from inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;all the bruises of history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;time can never erase everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;scars will always remain within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;all i want is just that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;is it really difficult to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'm too complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;no one can understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;everything happens for a reason... and there is a reason for this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112420072667657599?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112420072667657599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112420072667657599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112420072667657599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112420072667657599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/fallen.html' title='Fallen...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112418705455181581</id><published>2005-08-16T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:10:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers - Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;o well... today, there was actually PE and social studies... but guess what... during PE, we played by ourselves and during social studies, we had to entertain ourselves because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;our teachers are gone... for their various reasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;so, today is quite slack... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;had meeting in the afternoon... council meeting... one of the shortest that i ever been to and okay... at least it's short... good enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;after that, was crapping in the canteen with the teacher and friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;came home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;actually... i didnt meant to type all these because i remember i got something better to type for today's blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;but i forgot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i got short term memory loss... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;well anyway, i think i'm gonna bath and sleep for a while... later need to go and buy present... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;私が... 持っていた親友であるそしてよく小さい兄弟... しかし、孤独のトンネルに私を投げてはいけない。それは傷つく。私は... 失いたいと思わない...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112418705455181581?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112418705455181581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112418705455181581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112418705455181581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112418705455181581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/teachers-missing.html' title='Teachers - Missing'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112409398796655521</id><published>2005-08-15T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:19:47.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Tack In my Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;yeap... somehow and someone threw blue tack into my hair during physics slacking time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;mr lim wont be around for some time... yeah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;anyway, i was picking my hair throughout the last few minutes of physics lesson because of the sticky thingie in my hair... and i wasnt the only one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ashely, ada, sheereen and even the teacher seem to enjoy plucking my hair... -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;well... at least annis offered her comb and now, most of the blue tack is gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'm tired... i wanna sleep... last 3 days didnt use com coz was too busy working and too tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;well, i didnt enjoy working much last night because i was thrown into this place called 'loneliness' because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;something happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and i dun wanna say... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;only someone knows about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;well... i'm going to stop here because there's nothing much i can say further...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;bye bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112409398796655521?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112409398796655521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112409398796655521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112409398796655521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112409398796655521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/blue-tack-in-my-hair.html' title='Blue Tack In my Hair'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112374604215767090</id><published>2005-08-11T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:40:42.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawnz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i'm tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;very sleepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;coz i slept at 2.30+ last night... i went to work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;it's not your fault... :) [if you know who i'm referring to...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;these few days didnt type blog coz i dun bother to... and besides, those days were too private to be made public... :P and i'm lazy of making riddles to them so... okay... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;well... nothing much happened today... except people keep commenting on my new hairstyle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;thanks for noticing... [sarcastically]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;physics lesson... mr lim called rui boon by my name... and i was like 'he's not broy... broy is here...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ya... i shouted that and the entire class started to laugh... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;anyway, nothing much now... math teacher gave homework again... but not as many... i just hope she dun give any more tomorrow coz typing homework on my blog again and again is tiring work... especially when everytime, you have to think of more points on why shouldnt teachers give homework...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;well... got to go now... i'm going to bath and sleep like a pig...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112374604215767090?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112374604215767090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112374604215767090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112374604215767090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112374604215767090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/yawnz.html' title='Yawnz...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112348942018128287</id><published>2005-08-08T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:23:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day before National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tomorrow is national day and i love this year's national day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;because monday is a half day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tuesday is a public holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;wednesday is also a public holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;that means i can sleep longer... :P and sleep more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i just woke up... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but, it also means　へんたい　teachers get to give more homework...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;anyway, nothing much in school happened... just sat there and watch them clown around on stage... then, we home... but it was raining so i ran in the rain home... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;okay... i dunnoe what to write already... so bye bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112348942018128287?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112348942018128287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112348942018128287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112348942018128287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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straight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;erm...okay...sitting straight has nothing to do with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i'm still sick... :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and my butt hurts because i'm sitting in an odd position...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;serves me right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, here to tell you people to take care of yourself, especially during this period because i guess that the flu virus is on the loose and the rainy and suddenly sunny weather would make it worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so, drink more water and rest more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and chuck the homework aside... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;just kidding... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112333518381142890?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112333518381142890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112333518381142890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112333518381142890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112333518381142890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick.html' title='Sick... :-('/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112323697439751858</id><published>2005-08-05T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T18:16:14.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Homework... NOT!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;argh... did i tell you people that i hate homework? especially when they are given on weekends? if i didnt, i'm telling you know... i officially declare that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE HOMEWORK! ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ARE GIVEN ON WEEKENDS AND I HATE THOSE PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay... why am i so pissed by homework? okay...singaporeans should know that national day is approaching and we will have a long holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well... let me define what holiday means in the dictionary... and obviously, teachers are bad in english because they dun know what holiday means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;holiday&lt;br /&gt;n 1: leisure time away from work devoted to rest or pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   2: a day on which work is suspended by law or custom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;v   : spend or take a vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let me ask you guys... is the word homework inside the definition? no... holiday means that we can have our own leisure time away from work and we can do what we like, be it resting or playing or what-so-ever-ing. but look at what the teachers did to us? homework homework and homework. we are suppose to do what we want during the holiday and we obviously do not want homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hope teachers actually see this... let's see how they can argue about this... i will be so pleased to debate with them... *frowns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well...guess what people... if teachers love to give us homework, it's our turn to do the same. what goes around comes around and i will try my best for that to happen and reach the teacher. i want to make them understand that homework is not fun at all... and here's a plan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for example...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i didnt say i was going to carry it out coz i doubt my classmates will play along... not unless they really thinks alike with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my math teacher, who is also unfortunately my chemistry teacher, gave us 3 sets of homework. 2 math and 1 chemistry and god, the chemistry paper is so thick. okay... some other teachers give homework too but theirs are not major... my chem/math teacher is the main cause...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not that i dun like her, i mean, i like her personality and stuff but i prefer it when she is not teaching... her teaching is okay but the way she give homework is madness... that's why i'm so unhappy about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay...back to my plan... if we want to make it go around, we have to give homework to the teacher but how is that possible, you might ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here is what will happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she gave us homework right? good, we do the homework like good little kids and give it back to her... just before the holiday... and we demand her to correct and grade your homework... and give them back to us once the holiday ends... and no going-through-in-class thingie is allowed coz we spent so much effort on the homework and all she do is to walk up to the board and talk? i dun think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then, she will understand how irritating homework is because she have to correct it and if she didnt, we would make a fuss and start complaining... [did i say that i was dreaming about this plan working? i didnt? okay, now i say it... but how i wish it would happen]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o well, if the teacher wants to play, we will play along with her. she teaches several classes and she have to correct their work too. but look, she gave us the work and we got something better to do than homework so asking her to correct our work is just part of her life. she will experience what we call stress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm evil... i know... but i think we shouldnt just sit there and suffer... we are human for crying out loud... we shouldnt get bossed around by this homework which eats time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so... let me define homework...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Homework:&lt;br /&gt;Work, such as schoolwork or piecework, that is done at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeap... let me change the meaning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Homework:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Work, that is done at home. For students, work that is given by teachers who cannot bear see students free during holidays and for teachers who do not know the actual meaning of holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well... do you guys agree? air your views if you wish to coz i'm listening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the world is never fair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112323697439751858?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112323697439751858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112323697439751858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112323697439751858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112323697439751858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanks-for-homework-not.html' title='Thanks for the Homework... NOT!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112314528077517793</id><published>2005-08-04T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T16:48:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nightmare is Over... Well, At least for now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CA is finally over! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CA had made my last few days miserable... I mean not just mine, it made everybody in my school, except the sec 4s *pouts*, miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the pass few days, I've been walking around with books and notes in my hands and I have to worry about what's going to be examined tomorrow and worry about failing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and at night when i'm talking on the phone, i have to read my notes to the person i'm talking to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well, not really reading to him... i was reading to myself... or i would be writing notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that it's over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DUN HAVE TO WORRY ANYMORE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I CAN TALK ON THE PHONE IN PEACE... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... at least for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was okay... exams the whole day so nothing much i can say about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was so happy after the last paper... math... i can see that on their faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i did to 'celebrate' the end of the CA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burnt the Exam Time Table into ashes... Haha... here are some pictures for you to look at... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/1600/Burning%20Exam%20Timetable.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Burning%20Exam%20Timetable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture shows me lighting up the time table by my sink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna dirty my floor with ashes so the sink is the best place to burn the freaking piece of paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/1600/Exam%20Timetable%20Burning.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Exam%20Timetable%20Burning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;now this picture shows the freaking paper being reduced to nothing but black ashes... cool right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o well... this shows how much i actually hate exams... :P you can try that too next time when you finished your exams... just remember to do it near a sink and dun burn the house down... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well... i can finally rest well now... :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112314528077517793?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112314528077517793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112314528077517793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112314528077517793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112314528077517793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/nightmare-is-over-well-at-least-for.html' title='The Nightmare is Over... Well, At least for now...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112307049631246668</id><published>2005-08-03T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:01:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Crazy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;studying studying and studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;had been doing that these few days because of the CA week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i hate tests... it's madness... i totally cannot do much during that period of time besides looking at notes and textbooks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;god~! i'm going crazy from studying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;why do we have to undergo this kinda stress? どうして？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;o well...i cant sit here much longer... got to go and study bio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;it will be over... but will it remain there forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112307049631246668?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112307049631246668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112307049631246668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112307049631246668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112307049631246668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/going-crazy.html' title='Going Crazy~'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112288531392856134</id><published>2005-08-01T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:35:13.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>なぜ私で叫んだか? ので私が悪い状態を感じることを知っているか?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oops... didnt type blog yesterday coz... no time... and dun feel like it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o ya...you might ask what my title means... it means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;never mind... not telling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's just for me to know... coz no one can actually understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not unless you are japanese or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;even if so, it might not be accurate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, i dun feel myself today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;because something bad happened yesterday and i dun like it one bit... why dont i like it? because i dun like it so that's that. what happened? only i knows... and i'm not going to reveal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;unless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;never mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nothing much happened today... just the basic lessons in school... with my really bad mood... why cant i just get over with it? i wont die because of it but i just feel horrible... from the tone and the way... makes me rain inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haiz... you dun understand what i'm typing do you? good for you coz you are not dumb... i'm just making it difficult to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;or maybe impossible to understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well...okay...shall end here... lazy to type further... i wanna go and study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and maybe hide my feelings in between the pages of the books...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112288531392856134?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112288531392856134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112288531392856134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112288531392856134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112288531392856134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='なぜ私で叫んだか? ので私が悪い状態を感じることを知っているか?'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112270507077880941</id><published>2005-07-30T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T14:31:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed Me Off...~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;oops...yesterday didnt type blog coz i didnt even get the time to actually literally touch the computer so i had to type it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;too many things happened yesterday so i lazy to type the entire story out... so i only type one part which you people AND TEACHERS should know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;as students, we are all very afraid of one thing; and that's homework. any body who actually love homework is such a dork... homework is the students' and any sane teenagers' worst nemesis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;but let me tell you something. it seems that the teachers love to give us homework like they are raining from the sky. i mean, hello~!, we have already spent half of our lives in school doing work and now, they want to eat our time at home by giving us homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;okay... i didnt say that homework is completely bad... but the teachers dunnoe when to give and when not to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;let me give you an example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;yesterday, during ENGLISH lesson, my math teacher gave my monitor a set of MATH worksheet [i rather call them workSHIT], to torment us for the weekends. and when i got that news, i was like 'Miss Blah Blah is so JIAN!" [Jian means cunning and sly] and i shouted that in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;allow me to explain bad habits of teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;they love to give homework when it's not during their lessons, or they love to give homework when the bell goes off [meaning it's not their lesson also] and, the most JIAN one, is that they love to give homework on friday... to kill our weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;so...do you agree to that my fellow schooling people? i bet you agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;so what should teachers do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;they should not give homework during other teachers' period. they should not give homework once the bell ring. and, the teachers should talk among themselves to give homework on the weekends and not give more than 2 sets in total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i get really pissed off because teachers do that. it mean it's not their lesson already still give homework. everytime when the teacher say that the one piece of work we have to do, the teacher have to mark 40+ pieces. HELLO~ THEY WERE THE ONE WHO GIVES US THE HOMEWORK IN THE FIRST PLACE SO IT'S NOT OUR PROBLEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;we are human and we have our lives. students' life in singapore is too much of revolving around school and homework. at least they should give us the rights of freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;teachers love the word time management a lot don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;they love to ask us to plan our time and blah. who cares about that?! we go to school at the break of dawn, and return back home around 3 - 4 something, leaving us with such a short time. what is there to plan about? students who reach home at that time would be feeling tired already and what's the use of asking us to study more at home? if that's the case, they can jolly well extend school time to 24 hours in that case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;well, i just wanna vent my anger because of that extra math worksheet here... so now, i feel a bit better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;life is never fair, but at least we can do something to even things out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112270507077880941?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112270507077880941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112270507077880941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112270507077880941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112270507077880941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/07/pissed-me-off.html' title='Pissed Me Off...~'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112253857513650761</id><published>2005-07-28T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T16:16:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy...~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;today is just one of those typical days in which i go to school and study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;for thursdays, my recess is so early that after recess, i have to survive 4 hours of lessons until i can get another break. horrible and tiring... and guess what, i had to carry this whole pile of books up and down and around the school just to attend my lessons. tiring work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;early in the morning was math... and i had a test... and i thin i'm going to do badly for the test... it's so difficult... *pouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;after recess, i had Bio, A Math, Eng and Phy. The creepy experience happened during bio class... really creepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;during bio class, we had to do the workbook. okay... so i was doing and doing when i got stuck at a particular question in which i dunnoe how to do. so i turned around to ask rabiah and sheereen. and they dunnoe how to do too... great... so i turned around and my book was missing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i thought it was another one of ada's tricks... [ada is my good friend who sits with me all the time, except when i have bio, chem and phy in the lab.] there was this time she took my file and i didnt know... but this time, it's not her. so i looked around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ashely didnt take it. neither did athena. so i dunnoe who took my freaking green book. so i was searching high and low and complaining and during that time, somehow pissed athena off coz i was moaning like mad... but it's not my fault that my book is missing... it just vanished into thin air just like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so the lesson ended... i turned around to rabiah and sheereen again. then, i heard something fell onto my table. i turned around and looked. viola~ my book appeared and i dunnoe where the hell it came from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ghost~...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;maybe it was ashely who hidden my book but rabiah told me it wasnt her. or maybe rabiah and ashely knew all along where my book was. if it wasnt them, then i could only be a ghost...~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;or maybe someone else for that matter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;anyway, i got my book back so it's fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A Math was the usual 'sit in class and do work' lesson. english was kinda boring... doing informative writing theory... i hate english lessons with powerpoint slides... most of the time they are boring and obviously, today's lesson is boring~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;physics... the teacher wasnt in school so we had free period. did my A Math assignment during that time... i mean i copied my A Math assignment from ruiboon... :P i forgot how to do everything at that time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;break time~! finally after 4 hours of continuous boring lessons, finally get to rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;chinese lesson was also boring. did the stupid chinese dunnoe what compo thingie... isaac wasnt in school so no jokes from him today to lighten the lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;came home tired... and hungry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but now, i'm full coz i ate a lot for lunch... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;okay... i think i'm going to end here... i need to sneeze... :P i think i going to play tenchu and then go and sleep later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;さよなら。。。 (sayonara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112253857513650761?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112253857513650761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112253857513650761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112253857513650761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112253857513650761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/07/creepy.html' title='Creepy...~'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112245240697958867</id><published>2005-07-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:20:06.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/1600/Wakizashi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Wakizashi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll live because of the sword... And die because of the sword...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The week is passing fast... which is a good thing because i want my weekends... haha... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was more fun than the other average days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the thing i dun like today is that i got 4 periods of A Math and 2 periods of E Math... all maths... and Math Makes Me Mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Math was okay... because i understand what the teacher was talking about. E Math was also okay... Same reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was funny... we were in this classroom on the ground level. then there was this man who was fixing the window. everyone was staring at the man instead of listening to what the teacher was talking. and the teacher was also distracted then all of us, including teacher, stared at the man... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was okay also... lesson was on weathering and the teacher asked us to give stupid reasons for weathering... like elephant sat on the rock and the rock burst, lightning struck the rock... etc etc... all those nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VE was the most fun... and most messy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National day is approaching as we all know... and in our school, we had to make this t-shirt, i mean design the t-shirt. my t-shirt looked like crap so i'm not going to talk more about it... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun part was doing the shirt... we were given these tubes of paint to decorate the plain shirt... ashely and i were doing it together and god, we made a mess. we smeared the paint on our hand and then printed it onto the shirt. because of that, i had to run up and down to the toilet to wash my hands 4 times... and guess what... lucky for ashely, the female toilet was under cleaning... and she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went into the male toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know...gross... but the worse thing was when i finally finished the hand printing part, i was about to add more things to the shirt.. so i took this black glittery colored paint and tried to spread it on my shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's stuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pressed harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i lifted the paint tube off my shirt and pressed really hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i applied all my strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long stream of paint shot out from the nozzle of the tube...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it flew across me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some landed on my shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the remaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;landed on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...and she got glittery thingies to her arm and her uniform... haha... damn funny... i had a hard time trying to control myself from laughing... haha... i'm still laughing now... then she went over to the water cooler to wash herself... at least now, it's not that bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came home after VE... no homework today also...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ya...later got Charmed... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... gonna stop typing now... nothing more for me to say already... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112245240697958867?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112245240697958867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112245240697958867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112245240697958867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112245240697958867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/07/messy.html' title='Messy~'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112236687836524455</id><published>2005-07-26T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T16:34:38.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Homework Today~ Yeah~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wow... Today no homework nehx... i like that feeling... :P can go and sleep afterwards... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;okay...let's me tell you about what happened so far today in school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i dun wanna type my blog at night coz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;coz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;never you mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;anyway, went to school in the rain... raining cats and dogs and birds and tigers and lions... [ya you get me...] wanted to go into the councillors' room but it's locked... and the president was standing outside the door... so i dun expect it to be unlocked any sooner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;then...waited and waitied...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;finally, logicman came to open the door and viola... can go inside already... [lame...yes i know...just to entertain you people...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;then nothing significant happened... until during assembly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;let me tell you something... everytime during assembly, i would be everywhere except in the hall... assemblies are really boring... i rather keep myself busy for the 1 hour doing something than sitting my butt sore listening to stupid yakkings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;then my friends and i started to play this game called mary and larry and dots here dots there game... really funny... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;PE was... okay... not exactly PE... not unless you call sitting in the science homeroom PE... we talked crap in the room... disturbed the teacher... keep suan-ing whatever he said... and then just... ya... make fun of him in front of him with him aware of it... haha... i was naughty today coz it's not often i disturb teacher... examples would be like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;teacher: today, i'm going to teach you all badminton rules and regulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;me: what's so difficult about badminton? it's just hitting the shuttlecock over the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;teacher: i'm really good at badminton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;me: ya... and you ALMOST got into the singapore team... ya... ALMOST...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ya... i really said all these and there are more... but i forgot... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;chinese lesson and bio lesson... nothing much to them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;chemistry lesson... had chemistry test... it wasnt difficult nor was it easy... teacher wasnt in class so i went around talking with people and disturbing them if i could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;social studies lesson was boring... ya... you know what i mean... no idiots would like to go into social studies class because it's just plain history and memorizing work and writing and etc etc etc... furthermore, the lesson is dull and *yawnz*... it can make people fall asleep... if you take history or social studies as a subject, you would understand how i feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;came back home straight after lessons... almost fell aslept on the way home because i was feeling, i mean i AM, feeling sleepy... imagine if i were to do PE today, i think it would be a miracle that i could survive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;okay... i think enough already... i wanna go and bath and go take a nap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;well at least there are no homework nor tests to worry about for the afternoon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112236687836524455?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112236687836524455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112236687836524455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112236687836524455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112236687836524455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-homework-today-yeah.html' title='No Homework Today~ Yeah~~~~'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112229975905804053</id><published>2005-07-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:09:45.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Monday~!" (So What?!) Today Stinks...~ Literally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay... any idiot knows that today is monday so i'm just repeating it off the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...today is any other typical monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning. went to school with vera and crapped on the way there. walked into coucillors' room only to find that it stinks and that one of the windows was occupied by the corpse of dead ants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCE THAT I HATE ANTS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...then i dumped my bag and went to the locker to get my books. and since it's a monday, i have to take the school in the pledge taking [which we called 'taking command'] and i think i pronounced the word 'citizen' wrongly... my tongue was tied... :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to bio nor english. except that during english, have to do this card... that was the only fun part during english. the rest of the lesson was typical yakking of the teacher. chinese was also boring... at least not as bad as english... but i dun like the teacher... math was the only fun subject today... why? coz thanks to some of the missing people in the class who went for this science thingie called the elementz, we get half the lesson free...~ (yeah~) and i learned my katagana then... [but not much went into my head though...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics was after school. in between, we had a break. so went to councillors' room and did homework. not exact do but ya...did it anyway... talked crap there... climbed onto table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least the room smells nicer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics lesson was the usual 'Yak-Experiment-Workbook-Go Home' nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HERE AGAIN, I OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCE THAT I HATE PHYSICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did the dunnoe what 'heat the ice above bunsen burner with the thermometer stuck inside' experiment. the burner gave a stupid smell which i hated... stinky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home straight after school coz i dun wanna waste more of my life in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home and to my dismay, my computer was shifted... so i start yelling [not exactly yelling, i just kicked up a fuss]... and then i changed the computer's position to how it was like previously... yeah...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searched for songs... went for shower... went to bed and here i am... typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i killed some ants while typing because they walked on the computer table... and i dunnoe why... the table is sticky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it's not stinky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/1600/Secret%20Spies%20Informal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Secret%20Spies%20Informal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Let me introduce ... These are some of the important people in my life... And I think that their names will appear in my blog entrys... so..., it's best to let you all know who they are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pink Girl: Vera [My Sister]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Blue Girl: Rena [Cousin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Red Girl: Laura [Cousin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Black Guy with funny hand signs: Leon [My Brother]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Purple Girl: Sheena [Cousin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Black Guy with no funny expressions: Me [ME] :P &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/14770928-112229975905804053?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112229975905804053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112229975905804053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112229975905804053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112229975905804053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-monday-so-what-today-stinks.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Monday~!&quot; (So What?!) Today Stinks...~ Literally...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112221046655668100</id><published>2005-07-24T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:07:46.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i cant help it but i think i'm weird... really weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;how can i do what i did today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;it's not correct...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;uh uh... i'm not telling you what happened coz it's a secret... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;but my heart scattered again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;and it took me quite sometime to glue it back together again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;you dont understand do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;well i do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;and someone else do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;and no one's gonna tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14770928-112221046655668100?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112221046655668100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112221046655668100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112221046655668100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112221046655668100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/07/weird-me.html' title='Weird Me...'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770928.post-112221011047034887</id><published>2005-07-24T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:01:50.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>初め。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;「&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;初め&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;」is pronouced as [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hajime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;]... and It means... The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/471/320/Tenchu%20Fatal%20Shadows%20Ayame%202.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After some consideration, I decided to bring my Blog back again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ya right... What's the big deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The big deal is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Never mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, my Blog is black again...[What's the big deal again?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well who cares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So long as I'm happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't care what others say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yes! I'm crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&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/14770928-112221011047034887?l=broynokage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/feeds/112221011047034887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14770928&amp;postID=112221011047034887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112221011047034887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14770928/posts/default/112221011047034887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broynokage.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='初め。。。'/><author><name>Broy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11749091672702141605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
