<?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-5160992387441605029</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:44:16.745-07:00</updated><category term='Rant'/><category term='Us'/><title type='text'>Broken legged, broken handed!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160992387441605029.post-3428378966159017932</id><published>2007-06-12T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:23:13.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye singapore</title><content type='html'>after all the excitement about gg fass and seeing familiar faces around, im gonna leave singapore. crap. to think i even signed up for some camps in nus w baby. ah i still hope i can attend those camps before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im gg to Julliard School to pursue a bachelor degree in music. gosh i'll b so far away i'll start missing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well baby, i hope u'll really take care and not bother about the mess. it's alright, clif n i will sort things out ourselves. we're fine really. i jus hope e three of us can still be as close as ever k. u n clif can come over anytime! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-3428378966159017932?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/3428378966159017932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=3428378966159017932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/3428378966159017932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/3428378966159017932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/06/byebye-singapore.html' title='byebye singapore'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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-5160992387441605029.post-3768131152148061847</id><published>2007-05-15T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:40:21.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreading the 8th month of the year...</title><content type='html'>gosh i havent been updating for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, just some updates. im currently working part-time as a civil servant. how hip is that? nah just a slave at the ministry, teaching music. on the other hand, i dun mind being paid peanuts for teaching music, something i really love and have passion for. and i reckon i wont have much time to spare for music once school starts if im determined to listen to baby and be a good and hardworking boy(someone i never was in my entire life). cos to do that, i believe, i'll need to be consistent in my school work and hand up all my assignments in time, just like she did, but oh she's like a million times smarter than me. i would like to pry open her head and examine how big her brain is compared to mine. haha. anyhow if tt's gonna happen, (being a gd boy, not prying her head open) that means no time for leisure at all =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i was ranting abt baby being angry with me n all. hahaha. how funny it seems reading it now, the way  i desperately seek for her forgiveness. hhaha! tt's just how u'll feel, when someone so close to u ignores u for such a long time. treasure ur frens, peeps! or it'll be too late to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, mum's being really mean to me these days. both dad n her have been using the chauffeurs at home so often, im not given a chance to be chauffeured around these days unless im gg out with them. how crappy is that! n when i plead her to send me to work, she'll just send me to the novena train station. my dear mum, i dun work at the train station, for goodness sake. the bloody moe building's at buona vista and i live in e novena apartment, so i'll have to change a train cos they're on different lines! and when i complain abt that, she'll ask me to move back to bt timah where she n dad are living at. she probably doesnt know that newton n novena fall on the same line? so it doesnt really make a difference. i hav no idea but she claims that it'll b so much more convenient. so much more convenient to scold n nag at me, perhaps. i just feel much more familiar n confortable arnd novena since i had been living there since i was in pri sch due to close proximity to my schs-ACPS n ACS(barker).my gosh. she's amazingly MEAN to me, i conclude. she just wants me to make my own way there. Argh the treatment was so different as compared to when i was still schooling at ACJC. i still rmb her fetching me fr school if dad was hogging onto uncle paul and henry. where's that caring mum now?=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i wish i had a driver's license. baby's gonna get hers soon la! gosh but im just too lazy to learn n mum's been nagging at me ever since i turned 18. and im turning 21 soon this may, which means she has been nagging at me for 3 freaggin years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o, you mighty power who rules the universe, pls allow august to arrive slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-3768131152148061847?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/3768131152148061847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=3768131152148061847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/3768131152148061847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/3768131152148061847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/05/dreading-8th-month-of-year.html' title='dreading the 8th month of the year...'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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-5160992387441605029.post-508697347275871965</id><published>2007-04-19T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:57:46.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>gosh. i really think she's still mad n pissed with me. now that she hasnt been talking to me for 2whole weeks. it feels really weird u know, not talkin to her on e phone every nite, even as a fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey sorry babe! dun b angry anymore k? lets go have fun some day w e others. =D i'll call u tmr nite ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-508697347275871965?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/508697347275871965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=508697347275871965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/508697347275871965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/508697347275871965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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-5160992387441605029.post-5955579195895753062</id><published>2007-03-22T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:26:27.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ord</title><content type='html'>ord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im feeling lost!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. cos i seriously have nothing much to do except for weekly practices at AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. crap. mum's asking me to do something else other than blowing my trombone 24/7. she's threatening to remove e sound proof walls in e music room! oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to live with chris at e condo near nus which aunty bought for him. but mum says no! she thinks i'll make aunty do everything for me when she comes by every weekend. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to buy some stuff. gtg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-5955579195895753062?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/5955579195895753062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=5955579195895753062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/5955579195895753062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/5955579195895753062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/03/ord.html' title='ord'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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-5160992387441605029.post-7348701122950908719</id><published>2007-03-15T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:15:29.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go?</title><content type='html'>cleo's bachelor party tmr. shld i go? mum got tickets from e mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. i dun understand why some peeps juz get turned off when they hear abt clubbing and modelling and all this kinda stuff. whats wrong with them? it's jus an experience even if u dun like it. c'mon, get a life. how do ya noe if u nv tried? u might even like it after that. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supporting baby if she decides to do modelling. she's up to it and it's an experience aft all. juz dun let bitches bully you! haahaahaa. maybe u can participate in ms spore like ur sis. haha! give it a shot, u might be champion by impressing e judges with ur gayness!!!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so she came back from gold coast looking as black as me. haha. hope u had fun baby. n thanks for all e stuff u bought for us. cliff chesna and all are all looking for you!! "where's baby!!!" is e first thing they say when they see me. oh my they want you more than they want me! go out w them soon alright. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to acjc for band. it's nice meeting all e kids. it brings back all e memories and make me realise how old i am. like im almost 4 years older than them! haha n they're keeping me so busy, i hav no time to blog. it's not an excuse! hahaahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun in whatever u're doing peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-7348701122950908719?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/7348701122950908719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=7348701122950908719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/7348701122950908719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/7348701122950908719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/03/go.html' title='go?'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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-5160992387441605029.post-653116650182914553</id><published>2007-02-19T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:33:56.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lag</title><content type='html'>damn hav been busy so no time to update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw first and foremost, happy valentine's day and happy chinese new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many festivals to celebrate recently. really trying hard to catch up with everyone else. dun worry dudes, i'll be free once feb ends cos ns will b out of my life! then maybe i'll update more often. but on the other hand, not really. cos i might not be as free as i think i'd be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barker and acjc requested for my service aft ord. im so highly demanded. hohoho. ok im crap. it's just to be their bands' instructor. so i havent make up my mind bout which to go for since both are my alma mater so it's kinda hard for me to decide. anw they all belong to the big acs family. owell. maybe i shld take up both? advise me on this when i see u tmr baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun at grandma's house on the first day of cny! all e cousins.. so cool. im visiting grandma again tmr tho cos baby's gg w her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! feeling sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-653116650182914553?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/653116650182914553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=653116650182914553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/653116650182914553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/653116650182914553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/02/lag.html' title='lag'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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-5160992387441605029.post-1046160999604376021</id><published>2007-02-02T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:40:27.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>korea</title><content type='html'>i'm back from korea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did lotsa stuff. had lotsa fun blasting my trombone at ppl's ears. holy crap. stamina improved by 0.1% though. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent met baby for a long time. guess we're meeting up tmr nite or sun nite. she's gonna b a slacker again when her job ends. !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! e trip that our parents initially planned to go during May might hav to b cancelled cos damn, baby's gg to africa n dubai in june... so can't hav another big holiday in May. we were supposed to go to eastern europe and spain! well another time perhaps!! but mum's gg bangkok w her family during march! i hope i can go to!!!!!! but damn i still cant confirm this=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's gg hk to visit shan soon. i'll be lonely at home! ok la i'm not angry w jojo and beanie anymore so i'll play w em! maybe i shld bring them to e pool n swim. i bet mum's gonna scream at me when she comes back though cos e pool will be dirty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-1046160999604376021?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/1046160999604376021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=1046160999604376021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/1046160999604376021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/1046160999604376021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/02/korea.html' title='korea'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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-5160992387441605029.post-3090532682399263575</id><published>2007-01-16T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T02:40:13.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>damn it. by the end of feb, i'll be free from all restrictions cos it's gonna mark e end of my army life. no more band, no more gaying arnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be happy! cos i'll be free till uni starts in aug. but mummy's asking me to look for a job!!!!! maybe i shld. even baby's working, so maybe i really shld. but wat can i do? teach music? ok someone employ me. but it's kinda an irony, tt i hated having music lessons when i was younger, n now im gonna teach some kid who's most likely gonna hate me as well. as much as i love music, i hate having piano lessons, even now. gg for those crappy abrsm piano exams was such a chore. n to make it worse, the bloody examiner failed me when i was in grade8. no mercy on me!!!! yucksss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i shld help ppl look aft their dogs when they are away. that'll b fun i hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or go back to acs barker n teach music? or acs(i) since they hav mep? or my beloved acjc since they hav mep as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, do they all want me? im making myself sound popular amongst all the employers. hahahaha! crap shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, any suggestions?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-3090532682399263575?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/3090532682399263575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=3090532682399263575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/3090532682399263575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/3090532682399263575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/01/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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-5160992387441605029.post-8039666158795095718</id><published>2007-01-06T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T09:41:30.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn doggies</title><content type='html'>damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home after sending baby home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened the door to the dogs' room. i see no dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i returned to my room n got a shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beanie and jojo were in my room and guess what were they doing??????????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the mess they made out of my room, they were climbing all over my chin-up bar!!! OMFG i really feel like killing the 2dogs now. i need to repair those scratches. ok not me, the repairman, but still! DAMN. and i hav to pack my already messy like shit room. seriously, i cant bear to look into my wardrobe cos i stupidly couldnt be bothered to close the door to the wardrobe when i left my room. well, i hope only my clothes are messed up. not my shoe rack and belts and mirror and table...... omg this is freaking me out! i shall ask my maid to tell me what my wardrobe looks like when she cleans my room tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are scary. i shall lock their loo and not let them bathe for days. and switch off their air con n spoil their playground =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg im sounding childish here. but..... my chin up bar and wardrobe!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JELLY BEAN AND JOBBER, I'M NOT GONNA FREN YOU FOR 3 DAYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-8039666158795095718?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/8039666158795095718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=8039666158795095718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/8039666158795095718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/8039666158795095718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-doggies.html' title='damn doggies'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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-5160992387441605029.post-4229915757957462333</id><published>2007-01-06T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T08:30:39.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>emo's out!</title><content type='html'>omg i jus read my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sounded damn freakin emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so..... not me. and when did i started typing in full with all my CAPS up? hohohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, now i guess im back to normal, not tt i was ever abnormal, but it was jus some problem that i had to settle n control. ok ok i'll stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw im gg out later to watch curse of the golden flower and i know it's in god damn chinese n im slow in interpreting whatever they're gonna say in the movie cos my chinese is jus louya. n i bet they're gonna speak real fast since it's set in the Tang dynasty??? oh wat crap shit. so whatever it is, i got myself an interpreter!!!! n i know baby's irritated w me but we still love each other so yes. hahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luv it that we're still so close. isnt it great for something like tt to happen even after we've declared a cool off period? whoa it's really really fantastic. it's like a first time experience for me. none of my other relationships ended like this. they were all crap. i guess we're the best ever. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-4229915757957462333?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/4229915757957462333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=4229915757957462333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/4229915757957462333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/4229915757957462333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/01/emos-out.html' title='emo&apos;s out!'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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-5160992387441605029.post-4092735059352286991</id><published>2007-01-05T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:53:13.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Us'/><title type='text'>All's fine</title><content type='html'>I guess things are still going on fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still friends. But if our friends didn't know about it, then so be it. I mean telling them does no change to their lives at all. So what's the point? We agreed on this. So yeah, Baby's still my girlfriend and Gay Shit's still her boyfriend. We're perfectly fine with that. We're happy with each other's company, we're just in this ambiguous state that we can't seem to figure out. Maybe too complicated for us to handle. But if either of us ever meets someone better, we'll be frank about it. We've always been, in fact. She has always been very honest with me about whatever she feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be a wishy-washy affair to some, but I think we're managing fine. We're still how we used to be. We're gonna do something exciting this weekend before she starts work, calling Clif and Chris, you're invited dudes!!! Meeting up for drinks tonight and we shall discuss about it. Anw guys we shld really go back to AC soon ya, and terrorise the new kids in Band like how we always did. Omfg did i jus say that?! Oh whatever come on dudeeeeessss, we'll rock to the beat and party our asses off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-4092735059352286991?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/4092735059352286991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=4092735059352286991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/4092735059352286991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/4092735059352286991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/01/alls-fine.html' title='All&apos;s fine'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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-5160992387441605029.post-9162761809077018280</id><published>2007-01-01T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:03:26.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Us'/><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>It's a new year, so everything's gotta be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a NSMan in 3 months' time. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned the other blog for this. Abandoned many other old stuff for new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never ever wanted this to happen. I don't ever wanna abandon her for someone new. But she told me just days before the new year that... we should cool off. I know she didn't mean it, she just wanted me to settle some stuff. I don't blame her for that, I know she meant well. And I know deep down in our hearts, we still care for each other. It's just a matter of time, for her to really understand her feelings, and I'll gladly wait as long as she's ready and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, she still goes out with me, she still tells me stuff and I still love her. We still behave like how we used to. No awkwardness, no worries and that's what I really want us to feel. Don't be confused nor feel miserable baby, just follow your heart, and I'll not let anyone jeopardise our relationship. I know she can be a really good friend, to me and to you, and I know you're feeling sore about it, that explains everything. But love is selfish and I really hope things will get better after some cooling-off time. And I hope she'll really understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you from people you're afraid of. But hey you managed to deal with him yourself. Maybe I can help you return the keyring to him. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good year ahead peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160992387441605029-9162761809077018280?l=brokenlegged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/feeds/9162761809077018280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160992387441605029&amp;postID=9162761809077018280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/9162761809077018280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160992387441605029/posts/default/9162761809077018280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenlegged.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>The broken limbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272857721074784462</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>
