<?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-7418123</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:11:27.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~My ShattereD LifE~</title><subtitle type='html'>-StupiD-CrappY-HeckcarE-CarefreE-BlooD-HeroinE-MarijuanA-KnifE-CigeretteS-SportY-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418123.post-112798753646912690</id><published>2005-09-29T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:27.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutting Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alrighty then. Its been an extremely long time since I last blogged, I know. This will be the final post of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would like to thank one and all who have read my blog. Thanks for all the non sense and comforts over the past 1 and a half years. May god bless us all. MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Y'all better miss me... or else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112798753646912690?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112798753646912690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112798753646912690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112798753646912690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112798753646912690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/09/shutting-down.html' title='Shutting Down'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112713038651374280</id><published>2005-09-19T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:26.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today, before heading home after class, me and my friend were discussing whether we wnated to drink wine or not (long story short, my class is gonna have a full 3 course dinner at a high budget hotel, so we were allowed to drink wine if we like- its a lesson for my professional etiquette class). So then I had to wait for another friend and this friend had to leave. So I said bye bye and gave her a flying kiss. When I turned, to my horror, the security guard was smiling cheeky-ly at me!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I was petrified! Darn these cheeky ole' uncles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112713038651374280?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112713038651374280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112713038651374280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112713038651374280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112713038651374280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-before-heading-home-after-class.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112662013199454403</id><published>2005-09-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:26.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinx</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know, I think that I'm a jinx. I'm always being placed in a class where people don't get along. It's ALWAYS broken up into a few groups. It's never been united. It just sucks to be in such a class. I've always envied 4E3. Regardless girl or guy, they always got along. And then we had 4E6. Only me and Connie know how it sucked to try to do a favour for people in the class only to be laughed at. And now this. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My eye ithes. My eye as in eye ball. I want to take it out of my socket, put it on the ground, stomp on it for a few times, wash it and then pop it back me. That'll feel so much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually, come to think about it, there's not much of frustration I can vent on my blog coz it's always gonna involve somebody I know and maybe that somebody has my blog add. Which also sucks. My work sucks. I got a B when I wanted an A. So that sucks too. I have a debate in 2 days and I havent even got to it. Also sucks. Oh, and did I mention my sucky eyeball? Yep. So to summarise it all. My life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112662013199454403?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112662013199454403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112662013199454403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112662013199454403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112662013199454403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/09/jinx.html' title='Jinx'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112600715274988604</id><published>2005-09-06T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:25.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeky Ole' Uncles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, so I'm back home from the 2nd day of the book fair. It gets damn hectic at the stall. And I'm beat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The place was swarming with people today! Even before I opened a box, people were loitering about just to grab at the books first that I lay at the table. I mean SHEESH. Can't they hold their horses still for a moment or two? The place wasn't even set up properly yet. Everytime I arrange one row of books and move to arrange the second row of book, the first row gets messed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;^!!! Ok, I know Im a worker and the customer is always right, but, doing the damn thing agian and again and again for 7 whole hours in a row can be QUITE *note the Caps* annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;While I was arranging the books for the gazillionth time, I overheard [not eavesdrop] 2 OLD professors talking. One of them saw this book named Second Home and said to the other professor, "If they name the book 'Second Wife's Home" then I will definetly buy!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OH MY GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Old men are getting cheeky-ier by the day! Tsk tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, and I saw 'Taufik' again. *wipes drool*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Mazhai Azhega? Veiyil Azhega? Konjumbothu Mazhai Azhegu,Kanna Nee Kobepattal Veiyil Azhegu~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112600715274988604?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112600715274988604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112600715274988604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112600715274988604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112600715274988604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/09/cheeky-ole-uncles.html' title='Cheeky Ole&apos; Uncles'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112592062327153553</id><published>2005-09-05T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:25.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taufik Look A- Like</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I just got back home from a bookfair that was held at a University at Johore. I was helping out my dad with the store and all. We were unpacking the books from their boxes when - HOLY COW! A Taufik Look A-Like! Im so serious! He looks so much like Taufik and even dresses like the man. How eerie. My my, I couldn't take my eyes off him... Till I saw this girl who kept sticking with him everywhere he went, whcih made me presume that the 'girl' was his gf. Haha. Eye- Candy snatcher. Kidding kidding. HEY! I needed some sort of time pass, OKAY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the release of a Tamil movie. *squeals* The guy is so hot. And the girl is damn... ermmm... also HOT. MEGA HOTNESS. It's hitting theaters next week. *runs around room* I'm so psyched up! Wanna see a movie shot from the movie?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/somegal_u_know/gajini034.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute right!!! AHHHHHH!!! *drools at picture*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112592062327153553?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112592062327153553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112592062327153553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112592062327153553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112592062327153553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/09/taufik-look-like.html' title='Taufik Look A- Like'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112585297157951586</id><published>2005-09-05T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:25.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwd Up Tag Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Obviously, my tag board has been screwed up by some mysterious reason. The bloody thing emits more then one time. BOOOOO!!! People, please be patient to my tag board. Don't discriminate against it aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 12.53 in the morning and I'm still not asleep. Im just not sleepy I guess. Sadly, nothing intersting has been going on in my life. SURPRISE SURPRISE *note the sarcasm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112585297157951586?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112585297157951586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112585297157951586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112585297157951586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112585297157951586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/09/screwd-up-tag-board.html' title='Screwd Up Tag Board'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112568266324452045</id><published>2005-09-03T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:24.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~You~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you have to call out of the blue? What kind of excuse is, "someone was playing a fool with my phone"? Do you have any idea how hard it is to forget? Now everything's coming back to me. This sucks. It really does. Whatever you gave, you are taking back twice as much. Do you really have to say the things you say? It hurts real bad. Im not the 'imaginary' thing you have built up in your head. Deal with it. Don't deny. It just makes things worse. And why must I always have to be the one making the first move? It sickkens me. It does. So for a change, why don't you? You know, I have no idea why you called. I am not even sure if it was an accident. What I think is that you thought that I forgot you so you had to make this 'accidental' call to remind me of you. You know what? I was almost there. BUT YOU HAD TO CALL. You just had to. Ruby, Penny, or whoever reading this, please tell me why certain guys have to have so much ego? Why can' they swallow their pride every once in a while like we do. I regret meeting you. I really really do. Now, I just want to forget. So please, let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112568266324452045?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112568266324452045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112568266324452045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112568266324452045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112568266324452045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/09/you.html' title='~You~'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112557522967368002</id><published>2005-09-01T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:24.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stapled Finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Does the title suggest anything? Yes I stapled my finger. Yeehaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was argueing with someone about something when she brought the big stapler towards me, to intimidate me I suppose. So me, being the wise-ass I was, put my ring finger at the stapling area. Then we struggled for a little while and *STAPLE* my finger was stapled. The staple was half way through in both sides. No blood. Just a little tingly. Then I yanked the staple put before I could infect myself. No blood at first. Then 2 tiny drops of blood welled up. I WAS LOSING BLOOD BY THE GALLON!!! I sucked the blood. Hmmm. Metal like flavour. After it stopped bleeding, it looked like a blind vampire had bitten me on the finger accidentally. And now it's a little swollen. Did y'all like my story. [Just so you know, when faced with rejection, I go to my sad place]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's this movie titled: Beauty Shop starring Queen Latifah. I tell you, she is gorgeous in that movie! And the movie is so freaking hilarious. It cracks me everytime I see it. Here's a conversation I thought was amusing from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Latifah: Hi, can I offer you some Cappucino?&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady: I dun want no damn Cappu- wadever it is. Where's Angelyn at?&lt;br /&gt;QL: Well, erm, Angelyn's not around here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady: She die?&lt;br /&gt;Queen Latifah: Oh no no, My name is Gina and I bought this shop over from Miss Angelyn.&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady: Well, I need someone to fix up my hair.&lt;br /&gt;QL: If you like, I can ask on of my other stylists to fix you up, Miss ...&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady: Mrs Towner. T as in Tom, O as in OSOPHY, W as in Willa Kuchi Georgia [WHT???] and NER as in I dun live ner here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious aint it. Especially the way she says WILLA KUCHI GEORGIA. Like is that even a place? Haha. Im sleepy. *yawn* *falls on keyboard asleep, drooling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112557522967368002?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112557522967368002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112557522967368002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112557522967368002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112557522967368002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/09/stapled-finger.html' title='Stapled Finger'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112496458239528707</id><published>2005-08-25T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:24.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Upset~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im upset :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so today in Color &amp; Graphic class, we had to show our individual work to our teacher, Ivan. The one's who had shown him the work, were able to go home first. So because of the 'can go home first' alot of people started queing up in a mess. Normally, I would take a marker and write down the names of the people in order so as to lessen the mess. Today, just like any other day, I did. It happens that I forgot to include one of the name in the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list I wrote was:&lt;br /&gt;1. www&lt;br /&gt;2. yyy&lt;br /&gt;3. zzz&lt;br /&gt;4. xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list was suppose to go as:&lt;br /&gt;1. www&lt;br /&gt;2. xxx&lt;br /&gt;3. yyy&lt;br /&gt;4. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was my mistake as I didnt hear www telling me to write xxx's name below her's. So in the end, I was in a tight situation. If I were to tell yyy to step down a step coz xxx was to be in her place, then it would hurt yyy. But if i didn't tell yyy, www would be mad at me (coz she was the one who asked me to put xxx's name below her's. :X. What a situation. In the end I didnt do anything and www was upset with me. I felt so bad. And I still am. I don't enjoy hurting others, but but but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... This sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sory www. I really am. I'll try to be more attentive from now on, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wrong foot to start off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being held in these horrid positions. Remember Mr Christophers "Rule Book"? I always had to get signatures from all the teachers and after school, I have to run all around the building to search for him. And I have to hold the class in while finding him. And if I don't find him fast enough, I have to face a mob of angry students. And to add to that, if Mr Christopher wasn't satisfied with the statics, he'd ask me to point out the people who talked during lessons. Its like turning me against my own friends. And if I were to point out those who talked, their reaction would be. "I where got talk?!". Tell me, what was I suppose to do? And to add to this EVEN MORE, my own CLOSE friends would try to get off easy with me by saying, "Naz, we have somewhere to go, do you mind if you don't tell?" What was I suppose to do? And if I don't point out who talked, Mr Christopher would be mad at me. There was a time where Joshua &amp;amp;/or Jeremiah told his elder brother (who was studying in the same school, i forgot his name) that I was the one causing him &amp;amp;/or them to stay back after school, he called me a Bitch. So there, I try to help Mr Christopher and the class and what do I get? A name Bitch. That morning when I heard him call me a bitch, I thought that was the last straw. I went running down to the staff office almost in tears to tell Mr Christopher that I wanted to QUIT and that he could give the stupid book to someone else. He didn't let me. WAS I LEFT WITH ANY OTHER FUCKIN CHOICE?! I try to do this and that for people, I end up geting hurt. They think I enjoy calling out names and asking them to stay back. I DON'T OK? Im not a sadistic mad person who enjoys that, YOU UNDERSTAND?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just back off. It's not a must for me to the board queue-thing. I just did it out of my own initiative. Initiative. Thats what this is all about. I'll just shut that hole in my face and let things be as they are. I am, afterall, making things worst. So why bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www, Im really really really sorry. I really didnt know what to do. I admit, it wasmy fault. Im sorry. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112496458239528707?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112496458239528707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112496458239528707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112496458239528707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112496458239528707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/08/upset.html' title='~Upset~'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112479497696546111</id><published>2005-08-23T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:24.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, so I thought it was time I changed my oh-so-old- blogskin. So, TADA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I realsised that I'm damn fussy on choosing A blogskin. I look for so many criteria's. I'd make a horrid boss. Haha. I pity the people coming for interviews with me. I'm so going to be the next Simon Cowwel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today, I'm going to blog about Old People. Old poeple irritate me. Ok, so let me rephrase that again. I hate old people who cross the roads, full of cars, without waiting for the light to turn green. They really really piss me off. They don't own the road. "But they're old", you may say. SO WHAT? Old dosent mean retarded. Old is just old. As in you are just a few years older then us so please act your age and be WISER not DUMBER. They'll just walk off onto a bustling road expecting the driver to slow down for them. And they arent even running. (Even if they were, I doubt I'll be able to see it). They just walk. More like crawl. So inconsiderate! Tsk Tsk Tsk. Bad Aunties! Bad Uncles! And to add to that, drivers HAVE to slow down. Why? Coz they'd be blamed for killing an old fragile lady/man who decided to take a stroll across a busy road. Pfffft you old inconsiderate people... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BLAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112479497696546111?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112479497696546111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112479497696546111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112479497696546111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112479497696546111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-so-i-thought-it-was-time-i-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112455969205303396</id><published>2005-08-21T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Im feeling random. That may explain the Christmast thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments, assignments, assingments. There dosen't seem to be anything else in my life. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching 'Mean Girls'. That movie dosent ever never ever never bore me one bit regardless of how many times I've watched it. The 'Plastics' are as dumb as wooden sticks. They are REALLY dumb. I mean R-E-A-L-L-Y. Pfft. Come to think about it, 'Plastics' do exist in the real world. What gives them the right to judge people the way they do? These people just make life for the 'ordinary' more difficult then it already is. I hope they all get hit by a big pink bus witht he word 'Peace' on it. I kind doubt that will happen. But I did see a pink van though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  .  .  .  .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch a drama today at the Raffles Hotel with Nas. It's an indian drama, produced locallt, entitled, Kaadhal Enna Vilei? (What Is The Price Of Love?). I must say, its the best locally produced indian drama I've ever seen. It was just awesome! I think that it was worth the whole 20 bucks I paid for the tickets. It was like mind blowing. Even thought the settings were simple, the plot alone shone through. Im so proud of the cast *tearing*. Oh. And there is this small tiny tiny boy who acts on tv. His name is subramani. He did a special apprearance thingy for the drama and I practically squealled when I saw him. !!!!!!. He is the most adorable thing I've seen since... since... errr... Hamtaro? Haha. He is so small I tell you. Tiny. And he's what? 8 years old? Me and Nas made this plan to kidnap him, but things didnt go according to plan. So we abandoned the idea. I really wanted to just grab, fold and tuck him into my bag. He's super adorable. Haha. I would love to watch it again. I have no ka-ching! Its not like I can snap my fingers and the money appears on my hand, right? (You won't get the last sentence. Its a personel joke. Haha. Remember Ruby?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I was saying yea, the show was just terrific. They deserved a standing ovation, if you asked me. Hmmm. There was this wise-ass bunch of guys sitting behind me and Nas who kept making wise-ass comments on the show. Not as if they were whispering. Practically the whole theatre could hear them. Think they are so smart. I really wanted to put a dirty sock into all their mouths. Lucky I din, coz a nice aunty told them off after the show. HA! Don't feel so clever now, do you. Bozo's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more complaint. When the lights are turned off, you don't have to make noises to play pretend you're a ghost. Thats just lame. Even more lame when the whole theatre's doing the same. That hall isnt a haunted house. SO shut up and stop making weird noises when the lights are switched off. Its not like the play was meant for 5 year olds. I mean, I would have totally understood if it were. And no, I don't care that you were deprived of a 'sunny and bright' childhood. Do your catching-up-on-lost-childhood somewhere else. Act your age, morons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112455969205303396?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112455969205303396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112455969205303396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112455969205303396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112455969205303396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/08/ho-ho-ho-merry-christmast-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112395939158287891</id><published>2005-08-14T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:23.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 2.34 in the morning, and im having an artist- block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to draw something decent that dosent make people go, "hey! that your lil sis's drawing? cute!". Im trying. Im exhausted. I have no life. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since y'all know that there isnt anything 'happening' in my life, I might as well inject some humor into your lives. Well, lets see what I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA!!! How can I forget!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this cute eye candy in school! Haha. Malay guy. Not my year (Im delibrately sayin that coz I dun want to reveal which year he's from). But happen to see him around once in a while yea? ;). Mega hotness. One good reason to go to school now a days. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. My brain's like all clogged up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing the hokey pokey all of a sudden. Did someone spike my water? Should I beat the drums? No, coz someone's sleeping in my room, stupid. Should I hang on to a kinetic fan? No, coz someone's sleeping under it, stupid. Yep, its official. Naz has lost her marbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112395939158287891?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112395939158287891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112395939158287891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112395939158287891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112395939158287891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112374752430383987</id><published>2005-08-11T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:22.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bad day. There was a misunderstanding in school today. Well, what happen was, we had to replace one of our classes and the class din noe when it was replaced to. So the vice chairman, Fredrick, called me up to inform me that there was a make up session today at 3.30 (I was like, HOLY PAGODA! There was an assignment for this class and I had delayed it coz class was cancelled what... SO I was left with less then 20 hours to complete my work) But back to the story.... I assumed that everyone was informed. &lt;strong&gt;So i rushed through my work till 2.30 am......&lt;/strong&gt; (p/s: the highlighted words will be of importance in the later part of the story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I came to school and it seems quite a few of my classmates did'nt know that there was the replacement class. I have no right to blame anybody coz apprently, there had been a breakdown of communication somewhere, somehow. So everyone had a different thoery of what happened and yea, some were pissed. Somehow, news spread around that it was the vice -chairman's fault. And Fredrick was also pisseded (no doubt). And there was abit of the F word flying around the classroom. Yea. Things were nasty. I had'nt seen Fredrick THAT mad before. But then again so was everyone. Half the class who din get the news were angry, Fredrick was angry. I was angry, not for the whole incident part. Was just angry at myself coz my sewing din turn out the way I wanted it to. So yea, everyone was mad. And do y'all know what happened in the end? Replacement class got cancelled. :S *insert highlighted sentence here*. So AGAIN I stayed up so late for nothing. Yay for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message goes out to my beloved 1B3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I know everyones pissed and all, but its over, so lets all jolly well get over it. No one can blame anybody. I mean, at least Fredrick took the initiative to call at all right?And when he called, some of us could have even said, "Fred, do you need help in spreading the news to everyone, coz if you do, then I can help". But we din. So the fault is on everyone. So lets quit pointing fingers at each other, like little children, and get on with it. Bear no grudges. Everyone makes mistakes. Im no peacemaker, no doubt, but Im a young adult (WOOHOO, ok, abit inappropriate). All of us are. So keep rocking dudes and dudettes. Y'all rock BIG TIME baybaes! WOOHOO!!! Keep smiling everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112374752430383987?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112374752430383987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112374752430383987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112374752430383987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112374752430383987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/08/bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112348562139648349</id><published>2005-08-08T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:22.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, hello there earthling. I KNOW I've been gone for quite sometimes. I went to visit the 10th planet they discovered in our solar system. Quite a funky planet. But the creatures there are super friendly and they breathe Nitrogen and cant live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of crapping. I've been weighted down with all the assignments in the world. They've all just popped up from no where. Hmm. Well, I stayed up till 3 trying to complete a work to be passed up on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got the point yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ISNT ANY SCHOOL ON TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realised, I really could've bashed myself up. But was too tired. So... BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else I can blog about? Nah. Practically, I did'nt have any social life in secondary school. Now that Im in Nafa, its turned to scrap. None, zit, zero, kosong. Well, so much for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im presently in the Nafa Library, trying to be a good girl BUT (there always seem to be a but dosent there?) I realised I cant do drawing with so many people around me. Embarrassed by my kindergarten grade drawing? Maybe. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I go, just a F.Y.I: It seems my teacher know's my dad. -_-". God please save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112348562139648349?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112348562139648349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112348562139648349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112348562139648349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112348562139648349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-hello-there-earthling.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112262286888201060</id><published>2005-07-29T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im half way through spring cleaning my room (hmmmm its always summer in Singapore.. hmmm) And my room is a total mess! I think if my mom were to come in here this very momet, she'd most probably wring my neck, crack my back, break my arms, crush my toes, cut me into pieces, stick me back with UHU glue and as a Finale, throw me out of my window. Actually, come to think about it, the Finale won't be as bad coz I live on the 2nd storey. Imagine what would happen if I were still living in my previous house (12 storeys).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning out, I realise that I have a lot of unwantd things. And I have no idea on where to store those. Its always been a headache for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to more important issues, did you know that my aunty stained my favourite monkey t- shirt?!?!?! *wail*sobsob*wail* It has 3 cute baby monkeys wearing polka dotted pants!!! SIGH SIGH SIGH. Poor monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats odd. I have nothing else to blog about. I guess after school has started I havent had enough time to exxagerate stuff. HAW HAW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112262286888201060?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112262286888201060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112262286888201060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112262286888201060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112262286888201060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112255308236722079</id><published>2005-07-28T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:22.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helter Skelter Week</title><content type='html'>WOA... Its been a roller coaster ride this whole week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of school work. Been trying to cramp them in all. So far, so good. A lot of lost sleep, but I can get it back for sleeping till 1 pm on Wednesdays and Fridays. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, slowly friends are starting to warm up abit. Joking and fooling around has started. Im glad it has. It s so dull and solemn when they don't talk. Them crapping reminds me of the ole' Kanchiong days. But nothing can replace the original of course. Haha. There's a few jokers in the group. There's one who always get angry for no reason. Haha. Can hear her say, "Im so angry" more then 5 times a day! Then anothter Wacko who reminds me of Ruby. [Miss Ya Looby!] Another who is a blur as a sotong (who made up THAT saying anyways???) She cant make heads or tails of anything. Haha. Funny bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to go out on our first ever outing on the 4th of August (Thursday). Watching Red Candy. Haha. Wonder who the fraidy cats are. We'll see. Nothing much other then that. A boring post. Haha. Who wouldn have thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Falls asleep on keyboard, drooling*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112255308236722079?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112255308236722079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112255308236722079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112255308236722079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112255308236722079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/helter-skelter-week.html' title='Helter Skelter Week'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112202617900891056</id><published>2005-07-22T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:21.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY!</title><content type='html'>Alirghty then! Tell me, can anyone be so dumb as me and delete their sound system while clearing UNWANTED softwares?!?! SO now im left with no sound system and my room sounds awfully quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the Oprah Winfrey Show (I ADORE ADORE ADORE her!!!), when they happened to talk about this movie called 'Shall We Dance' by Richard Gere, Jennifer Lopez &amp; Susan Sarandon. [I recall my mom buying the movie when we were in Bali for 1.50 Singapore dollars?] SO after the show, I ran to my parents room and decided to watch it. I have to say its a BEAUTIFUL movie. Try to watch it if you guys can. The dances are just so inspirational! And there was this one part of the movie where they entered a competition for ballroom dancing, I clapped and cheered and 'WHOOHOO-ed' in the room, all by myself. -_-". Its damn nice. I quoted this from the movie. Its an explanation to why we get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Because we need a witness to our lives. Theres a billion people on the planet. I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marraige, you're promising to care about everything- the good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... All of it, all of the time, every single day. You are saying, "Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go unwitnessed because I will be your witness." :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that that was so beautiful I had to share it with y'all. *tearing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OHOH!! One more thing. A bus conductor confiscated my secondary bus pass. -_-". I poke the bus driver then he know ar. I showed my ticket whiched showed that I paid student fare [what!??!?! I AM a student what!!!] then he asked me to show my bus pass. He tapped it on his machine and it showed that I was suppose to pay adult fare. I had to pay 1.30 extra. $%^&amp;*!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys can stop laughing right about... NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112202617900891056?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112202617900891056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112202617900891056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112202617900891056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112202617900891056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay.html' title='OKAY!'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112194010048248372</id><published>2005-07-21T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:21.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read a blog owned by one of my friends. He wrote about his dad. Sigh. How saddening it was. I have been contemplating whether or not I should blog about something I havent been able to let go of, even after 13 long years. So today, I am. Its about Mom. My Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four small years were what I had with her. That was the only period I felt love from a mom. Four teeny weeny years. We used to have so much fun playing masak masak and all. She would bring me down to the play groud where I would fall and bruise my knees. She'd apply ointment and cover it up with a band aid. It made me feel all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I remember when I was 3, she tucked me into bed and was waiting for me to fall asleep so that she could go serve food for my dad. I played pretend that I was asleep. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my small cheeks. That was the last time I felt love from her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then came my brother. Attention drifted away from me and never got back. I waited and waited and waited coz I understood that my brother was a kid and he needed love. I waited and waited. I was a kid too, then. But it never returned. It stayed glued onto my brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slowly started the ugly name callings. I didnt know what it meant then. I was young and naive back then. Oh the words she would call me knowing I wouldnt understand her. I understand mom, now I do. And when name calling didnt satisfy her anger, she turned to the cane. There wasnt a day I could escape from her whips. And if I was lucky enough to not get it for a day, I would pray so hard that I wouldnt the next day. Prayers fell on deaf ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was 8, my mom sent me and my brother (then 4) to the play ground to play. He ran off somewhere wothout my knowledge. I returned back home hopeing that he'd be there at home. He wasnt. Mom pushed me out of the house and told me not to return without him. I went back down tearing. I searched the playground umpteen times but to no avail. I gave up and returned home. There he was, watching tv. She was so angry at me for making her panic that she pushed me to the ground and used a spoon to dig into my flesh between my index and middle finger. The skin came off. There wasnt blood. But it felt wet and hurt everytime I tried putting the fingers back together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brother held the one place in her heart. I tried so hard to be loved by her again. But I never felt it again. I got punished for the mistakes he did. I don't understand why she did those things to me. I don't think I ever will. I never said I hate her. After all that she did, I still can't find it in me to say that I hate her. The unfair words she said. The unfair judgements she gave. Its all still in this heart. Its not fading, even after all these years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mom had a horrible childhood. Her's wasnt those that were filled with candies and sunshine. She got good whackings from my grandma. Since she was the eldest, grandma would always beat her with a stick for all the wrongdoings her siblings did. I tried so hard to take this in and understand her. Its so difficult to when she does the things she does. I understand you Mom. Thats why I've been quiet all this while. Why can't you understand me too? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now she tries to level things up in my past by buying presents for me. It aint working. Money can't bring lost time back. Money can't erase the things you did. You can take all the stuff you bought for me. I don't need them. What I need though, is my past. I doubt you can buy that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for following in grandma's footsteps without even giving it a second thought. You could have chosen not to, but you did. Thanks for not giving me a chance. Your son is enough for you. But most of all, thanks for making me the person I am today. Because without these bitter experiances with you, Im not doing the mistakes you did. Thanks for making me a better person... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;End&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/7418123-112194010048248372?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112194010048248372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112194010048248372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112194010048248372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112194010048248372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-read-blog-owned-by-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112187345834774939</id><published>2005-07-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:20.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Life</title><content type='html'>Ok. So school work has started. Its been a hectic week. There's a big hole in my wallet due to the mountain of things I have to buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this lesson called Pattern Making. And we were made to draw a sample skirt outline using the measurements out teacher gave us. My teacher's old and fraile. SO I concluded that lessons would be boring. Ever heard the saying 'Don't judge a book by its cover' ? Haha. Yeap. She was alright. Not as dead boring as Ms Pakiam's class (no offence). I was so happy that I could outline a skirt that it made my day! Yipee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had this other class, Color Graphics. We had to paint a color wheel with expensive expensive water color paint *strokes wallet lovingly* more sophisticated-ly called Gauche. Mine turned out like one painted by a 2 year old. Stop mocking me. I can't turn into Picaso in a day. So BACK OFF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of shutting down my blog for good. What do ya think? I'll need time to think about it. Till then, Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112187345834774939?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112187345834774939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112187345834774939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112187345834774939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112187345834774939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/school-life.html' title='School Life'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112159668295167027</id><published>2005-07-17T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:20.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Pakistani</title><content type='html'>Something weird happened to me a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go online one day because, as usual, I was feeling extremely bored. So I signed in and there was this 'new friend' alert which requested me to add the person in. Recalling back, for the past few days, I've been getting a lot of 'new friend' alert messages from addresses I don't know. I thought, "must be my new NAFA friends" so I didnt give much of thought about it after clicking the 'add' button. Then I received an IM from one of the new addresses. So I was like, "do I know you" and hes like "no". -_-". Then he keeps nudging me non stop. Its SOOOO ANNOYING I TELL YOU. And Im like, "would you quit nudging me". GRRR. That boy just wouldnt stop. He introduced himself as Shagy. WTH. SHAGY. My foot. And he's like wad? 15? A fifteen year old named Shagy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in their right state of mind would name their son SHAGY. Would you? So I knew it right from the start that he was this small 'punker' trying to act bigger then his age. You know why I didnt believe him? Coz he's from Pakistan. Yes Pakistan. Don't ask me why. Im still trying to figure it out. Moving on, he goes "can you friendship with me?" Don't rub your eyes, thats what he said. Being the nice girl I m *coughcough* I said "yea sure". Bad move. The next thing I knew, he was aking for my contact number. Hmm.. Lets sit down and think for a minute. WHY ON EARTH WOULD A 15 YEAR OLD BOY NAMED SHAGY, ALL THE WAY FROM PAKISTAN, WANT MY NUMBER FOR? SO RICH SIA. Go donate the money to some poor organisation instead. He kept pestering me for my number even when I said no! So im like, "look, im already trying to be nice to you so stop forcing me, and how on earth did you get my email add" [coz, reasonably I was quite pissed off with the boy] and he's like "my friend gave it to me. His email add is devil_dj_4@hotmail.com."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know him&lt;br /&gt;"Shagy": He passed your id to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly he dissapeared offline. By this time I was fuming with his bad english, bad manners, nudging and forcing. Then he appears again after like 30secs and I cant be bothered to talk to im anymore. He said " hello u there?" and im like "yea" and i couldnt be bothered to elaborate myself and was giving him 1 word answers. And he started his annoying nudging again and so I totally ignored his msg's. I think he got pissed that he said,"ok , bye, I dont talk with you" I WAS SO HAPPY AT THOSE WORDS!! I went, "Bye! Sayonara, Adios! Dun forget your things!!!" And with that, I blocked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird creatures I tell you. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112159668295167027?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112159668295167027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112159668295167027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112159668295167027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112159668295167027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/weird-pakistani.html' title='Weird Pakistani'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112134074247978851</id><published>2005-07-14T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:20.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im gonna start ranting. Leave now if you hate rantings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of trying to 'mould' for everyone. I always seem to be the one thats changing myself to fit others. Its never the other way around. I've been changing and changing to the extent that I don't know myself anymore. I've been giving so much that others just think its my nature to do so. The fact is, it isnt. I want it back too. How come is it that its so difficult to give back at least 50% when I give it my best? Im not expecting presents or money in return. Just care and concern once in a while will do it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always end up doing things just to please others. It hurts me, yet I just bite my lip down and do it. I don't know why I can never say no. Maybe I care for you too much. Im always getting pushed around to do stuff. Its never what I want to do. Am I a toy to just shove me here and there? Its my life, I know what I want. I know what I want to do. People always tell me, " listen to what your heart says, dun listen to others". But they don't know the amount of guilt it gives me to go over his words. I have no interest whatsoever in what Im doing now. But im trying. I can't make heads or tails of anything. Everyone seems to know what they are talking about. They all seem confident and strong. I guess I'll just fade into the background. Its my fault that Im here. In this horrid position. Im sorry, I really really am. Im such a dissapointment.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you. Yes you. Im tired of your games. I really am. You might think its fun, I don't. I can't be binded by some ruthless rules. Im not your typical girl. I've got brains. I've got Q's. I don't blindly say yes to everything. And I definetly don't see anything wrong in wearing a darn T- Shirt. As I said, you grew up in a different environment, I grew up in a different environment. Your perceptions are different, my perceptions are different. Its not that I can't change your perceptions, its that I don't want to. Changing you will be selfish of me. Things will only change if you and I change over time without force. And it'll definetly take time. let things go on as per normal now. Maybe its meant to be, maybe its not. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112134074247978851?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112134074247978851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112134074247978851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112134074247978851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112134074247978851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-gonna-start-ranting.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112082634450288100</id><published>2005-07-08T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:20.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nafa Orientation '05</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Orientation day for me. Well, it turned out better then what i had expected. Recap: [Oh Boy! This is gonna be a long post]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached at Nafa my first reaction was WHOOTY! What a crowd! I mean, I could see the crowd from a good 150 meters away. I was intimidated by the colourful crowd. So I decided to go to the back of the crowd and stand alone [AWWW... How sad... all alone] I tried smiling to everyone I saw [clever clever Ruby's advise]. But. Hmmm. Everyone who looked at me smile just stared and turned their backs on me. -_-". And might I add, there were quite a few people standing alone. I guess, they were as nervous as I was. Then suddenly from afar, I spotted this group of malay plus one or two chinese people wearing black polo tee with some dark purple print [which I couldnt see coz I was too far] walking through the group of nervous, twitching year one freshies. All, and I mean ALL, had ciggerettes and were huffing and puffing on them. When they came near me, I finally got to see what was printed on the shirts. Orientation Leader '05. -_-". I decided not to approach them in the end coz all were like smoking and majority had metal chains on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of us heard an announcement which said that we were to gather at the "Lobby Area". So everyone made their way to the lobby area and there were booths put up around the lobby and with signs of various courses and classes. So I saw the Fahion Studies (M&amp;M) Class: 1C [No, not the chocolates m&amp;amp;m, but merchandising &amp; marketing] and went towards the booth. Luckily the Orientation leaders who were appointed to my class were very friendly. So they passed my card [Its en electronic card where you have to tap it in order to enter any room and it automatically records your attendace, and if you are wondering, yes, it had my horrible pic on it] and told me to stand around the booth. So I did. After waiting around for a good 15 mins, the OL's finally called up for my class and off we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought us to the AVA room where 2 classes were already seated. Namely classes 1A and 1B plus my class 1C. The OL's seated us down and as usual, they said they were gonna make us play some ice breaker games. SURPRISE! [Dots*] We were suppose to make groups of 3. I looked around. GULP. I joined this guy and the both of us were suppose to join another person. We saw this errmmm how do I state this in the nicest possible way?? *coughcoughbutchcoughcough* Im sorry, I din know any other way. :(. Anyways, she tagged along. We were suppose to play this game of Hunter and Rabbit. Let me not get into details, coz its gonna get ugly. And after that, we played this Tangle game followed by a game of scavanger hunt. Quite fun. But during one of the games, my group was disqualified and we were suppose to do a forfeit. The forfiet is to go up front and intoduce yourself and tell them why we are in Nafa. I know its nothing for some of you, BUT I know NO ONE there. I was third person and was scared stiff. Then my turn came up and this is what I said "Hi, errm my name is Naz.." when I heard some of the OL's singing "I know I can be what I wanna be...." For some who didnt know, that was a song by the singer Nas. -_-". Aiyoyoyo. Continuing my speech, "...name is Naz. Im in Nafa as a second choice because I didnt get into Temasek" Then i heard, "AWWWW" from the OL's. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the fun part. Following that were briefing, briefing and more briefing. *Snore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butch's name was Sab. As in short form for Sabrina. She was the most outgoing in the group. So outgoing it reminded me of Yvonne. The way she talked, joked all reminded me of Yvonne. There are like 3 guys in my class. All are very nice and gentlemanly. FINALLY! Nice guys! PHEW. [No offence to 4E6 guys, but the guys in my class can easily give you a bad name] and 16 girls. All of them are quite friendly. Lets see if i remember their names. Sab, Shu Mei, Yvonne, Ammy, Nurul, Clare, Melody [ironically, she's the most quiet], Yan Ling, Samantha, Me.... Whoops, Haha. i forgot 6 of their names. And the guys are Louis, Dale and Fredrick. Yay! Just 6 more names. Thats all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112082634450288100?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112082634450288100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112082634450288100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112082634450288100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112082634450288100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/nafa-orientation-05.html' title='Nafa Orientation &apos;05'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112063263915269300</id><published>2005-07-06T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:19.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Ok... Im sick. Its rare to find me sick... But yes, Im sick. Darn. It feels so horrid. To make things worse, someone has upsetted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I never could have seen this far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I never could have seen this coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It seems like my world's falling apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why is everything so hard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't think that I can deal with the things you said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It just won't go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a perfect world, this could never happen  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~But everything can't be perfect I suppose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112063263915269300?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112063263915269300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112063263915269300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112063263915269300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112063263915269300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112036562563710524</id><published>2005-07-03T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:19.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MacDonald's</title><content type='html'>Today morning, whilst I was still deep in slumber, my dad knocked the room door so loudly I thought something bad had happened when he said, "quick quick wake up, we are going to MacDonalds". -_-". So we were eating happily when suddenly, this guy fainted in MacD's. He just fainted. And his mom tried waking him up and he regained consious but was slipping in and out of it. He kept waking and collapsing waking and collapsing that his mum just decided to let him sit for a while and was applying some balm on him. He looked so groggy. The WHOLE of MacD's were stareing but non came up to offer help. My dad went up and volunteered to hold her son coz he was too big for his mum. Apparently, the lady din speak english and was telling something to my dad in Mandarin [I think its because my dad looked chinese of something] and my dad was just shaking his head -_-". Hmm. Finally, when the guy did get to his feet, he towered over everyone there! He was at leat 1.85- 1.9. So freaking tall. Then slowly his terified sis and mum brought him to the clinic near by. So poor thing. Dunnoe what happened to him after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112036562563710524?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112036562563710524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112036562563710524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112036562563710524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112036562563710524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/macdonalds.html' title='MacDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112036500333511460</id><published>2005-07-03T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:18.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Outing!</title><content type='html'>*Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning people. Wow. Who knew going to the zoo could be this tiring? Zoo? What Zoo?? Haha, I'll explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumari, Connie, Ruby and Me decided to go to the Zoo last sunday, but because of some collision in my schedule, I couldnt come and the whole bunch of them refused to go as well. *Stab of Guilt* So the date was pushed by a week and we made our minds to go on Saturday! All of us met at 10 am at the Ang Mo Kio Mrt Station. Kumari brought her brother and her cousin while Ruby brought her sister. 4 adults and 3 kids. Then we made our way to the zoo by bus. So we bought tickets and TADA! We were in!!! Yay!!! Then we followed a route which I have never taken before and discovered so much more animals I havent seen -_-" [considering that I've been to the Zoo once every year since 2002] I didnt know there was a petting zoo! WEEE! SO fun! The goats at the petting zoo were so adorable! Especially the baby one's! AWWW... OHOH! Then all of us made friends with this white horse. What a beauty! She was so calm and relaxed ans she allowed us to pet her. Then there was this kid, about 3-4 years old, he would pet the horse whenever she wasnt looking, but when her head did turn in his direction, we would run away screaming in horror to his mom. How adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we rushed off to the sealion show. Sealions are so clever! When the nice lady on the stage said she wanted a young volunteer, Kumari's bro raised his hands up adn was called upon. The sealion gave him a kiss! SO CUTE! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main highlight though, was this normal looking pond. Anyone could have easily mistaken it as a pond with tiny fish in it and just walk pass it without even giving it a second look. To our luck, while we were on our way to the exit, a zookeeper was about to feed the "THING" there. They were fishys. BIG BIG FISHYS. How Big? Those in that pond were like 1.8 m long! *Fainted* At first we were like, "oh, fishys...". Until he started feeding them. He would put a medium sized fish on a stick and lower it down to the water to bring the fish as close to him as possible. It was then that we could actually see the faces. So extrememly scary!!! Then he would hold it still and slowly lower the bait and *WHAM* the fish will grab it in lighting speed causing a huge splash out water that made us jerk in shock. BELIEVE ME! You aint never seen a fishy that big before. And it had luminous red streaks on its body. It looked like it came out of some  sci-fi movie. We were so amazed and terrified at the same time! Then after feeding all 7 [YES, 7 BIG FISHYS] of them, we were so shocked we couldnt move. We just stood there near the pond when suddenly, one of the fishy's decided to scare Kumari. It did this splash with its body and Kumari, out of terror did this small Matrix thingy with a slow motion scream. It was so freaking funny when the family beside us gave her "the stare". HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the zoo for 7 hours! 11am-6pm. We were all so tired in the end of it but enjoyed ourselves none the less. We took gazillions of pics. I'll see if I can post them up or something. Soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112036500333511460?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112036500333511460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112036500333511460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112036500333511460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112036500333511460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/zoo-outing.html' title='Zoo Outing!'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112023116622659197</id><published>2005-07-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:18.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Town with Connie</title><content type='html'>Today went to get my hair cut with Connie! WEEE! The aunty at the hair salon kept psycho-ing Connie to get a highlight, but Connie wouldnt budge. Haha, she finally gave up. OH OH! And they gave me and Cons this cute lil lipgloss as a free gift. Its so tiny!!! So adorable!!! Finally, my mum will stop nagging me to cut my fringe. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I was hungry coz I din eat lunch and was contemplating whether I should eat Mrs Fields Cookie or drink Coffee Bean when i saw the RotiBoy poster. I was mesmerized by the poster and dragged Connie along to by the bread with me. I've never eaten it before and I din understand what the HOO HAA was about this one piece of bread. So I bought me one bread and sunk my teeth into it. It reminded my so much of Ya Kun Kaya Toast. I dunnoe why... Hmm.. It was nice, but made me sick after a few bites, just as Ya Kun does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went shopping for my clothes as school was going to start and partly also because my closet looked like it was owned by some 60 year old aunty. Dots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do the shopping at Bugis, so we waited at a bus stop for the number 7 bus which took ages to reach. We skipped the first bus coz it was fo full. The second wasnt much of a difference, but looking at time, we decided to become sardine fishes and squeeze ourselves in. While trying to stuff ourselves in, I forgot to tap my card! Free Ride! Yay! And all those aunties and uncles can be so annoying when they push and shove to get out of the bus. How rude. Whoever said, "The older you get, the wiser you are" has never taken a crowded SBS bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of Connie, I got myslef a khaki coloured capri, a DCP T-Shirt, leather sandals and a pair of earrings. I think Im gonna wear those on the first day of school. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that wraps up everything. I think Im gonna hit the bed right now. Tootla...*YAWN*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112023116622659197?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112023116622659197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112023116622659197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112023116622659197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112023116622659197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/07/town-with-connie.html' title='Town with Connie'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112007029300983130</id><published>2005-06-30T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:18.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Asleep, Still Awake</title><content type='html'>Its 2.16 in the morning and I cant go to sleep. Shoot. I think its because tomolo's my last day at work. Im gonna miss the people there. 7 months together. Sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just finished watching this tamil movie. The movie was about this boy, who was the only child. His parents showered him with tons and tons of love and his Mum was his best friend. SO when he was 9, mummy got pregnant and attention got diverted. Actually, at first he was ok with the baby. But when his mum said that he wasnt her best friend anymore and his dad slapped him, he decided to make his baby brother sick coz he was soooo angry at him. His intention was to make him sick, so he took a can of pesticide and sprayed it onto his bro, and accidentally the baby died. Then when the prosecutor questioned him, it was so sad k. The prosecutor went," so tell me, y did u KILL your brother?". What a harsh question to ask a 9 year old... And with a tearful face he went,"Mum din wanna be my best friend anymore and Dad slapped me... Im so sorry Mum, Dad..." It was so heart wrenching! I cried! Awww.. How sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the movie made me realise how soft a child's heart can be. And they absorb things like sponges. Even if you mean something as a joke, they can really take it in seriously and with it embedded in their hearts, they can face difficulties as adults later on in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to watch some funny flashes at &lt;a href="http://www.funnyparts.com"&gt;www.funnyparts.com&lt;/a&gt; . Go watch Burnt Face Man Part 2. Its hilarious. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112007029300983130?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112007029300983130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112007029300983130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112007029300983130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112007029300983130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/06/not-asleep-still-awake.html' title='Not Asleep, Still Awake'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-112005425035092078</id><published>2005-06-29T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:17.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Tan Wins Natioanl Youth Education Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations Mrs Tan for winning the National Youth Education Award!!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/somegal_u_know/3160d909.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stupid PhotoBucket is getting on my nerves. Its not showing the Picture properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Im so super proud of Mrs Tan! SHE WON!!! AHHHH!!! So happy sia. Today finally we (Ruby, Mari, Shah, William, Poh Long) went down to FTPSS to meet her. Before walking into school we saw the poster so Mari and Ruby decided to pose for it. Haha. Im SO HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAHA, You DIDNT win. Quit Sulking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-112005425035092078?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/112005425035092078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=112005425035092078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112005425035092078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/112005425035092078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/06/mrs-tan-wins-natioanl-youth-education.html' title='Mrs Tan Wins Natioanl Youth Education Award!'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111995467430326898</id><published>2005-06-28T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:17.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitting Job</title><content type='html'>Im finally quitting my job on the 30th. School's starting on the 11th of July. Somehow, im not anticipating it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been so crappy, with nothing worth while to blog about. What a boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life,&lt;br /&gt;So oblivious to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Weaving your way through&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I never Knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days went by&lt;br /&gt;Weeks went by&lt;br /&gt;Months went by&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed your accompany&lt;br /&gt;But im not sure if you'd agree&lt;br /&gt;Im using all my strength to resist&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, its driving my crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have taken an unexpected turn&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;I will have to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;Now my dreams will never come true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111995467430326898?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111995467430326898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111995467430326898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111995467430326898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111995467430326898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/06/quitting-job.html' title='Quitting Job'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111984063822183442</id><published>2005-06-27T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:17.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>I went through my archives and realised that my blog;s one year old birthday was on the 24th of June. -_-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111984063822183442?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111984063822183442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111984063822183442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111984063822183442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111984063822183442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday!!!'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111967843830123854</id><published>2005-06-25T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!! I just read Pensy's blog and realised, OH MY WHOOPTY DOO! She has lost weight man!! She looks extremely good la. Walau! So jealous-ating... HUMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Pensy, you dou don't have to worry... You can always hang out with Kanchiong (well, half of Kanchiong la). We'll be sure to give you a good laugh. I guarantee it. We crack ourselves up with silly swanky jokes. Guys, we ought to invite Pensy along on one of our fun adventures. And Im so extremely sorry for not being able to make it to the Zoo. :(. I really feel bad. Im so sorry guys. I din do it on purpose:(. Im looking forward to it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder why some people like to poke their nosy noses into my business. It's like they don't have anything going on in their lives so they dig into mine. And I really hate it. I wish they would shoo away and stop making my life so miserable. They go on creating their own story, when they don't know whats really going on. They see something, they presume then they spread. Why must they spread something that is just made out of pure imagination?!?! I don't care if you want to spread rumors about me, but Im just afraid that the other person invlolved in the rumor will get hurt by whats going around. What can I say? The society I live in is such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Muslim Society (IMS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating bunch of people. You guys out there have no idea how immature these people can get. Especially in India. If there were to be a rumor going around about some family, do you know the WHOLE village simply BOYCOTTS them and leaves them to rot. Anyone who supports the affected family will be treated the same. Its like so lame. Why cant YOU STUPID bunch of people GROW UP. Im 16 and I know this is just DUMB. There can be people 50 years and above acting like immature brats. I HATE THEM. Back stab here, back stab there. They think they can get away with everything. If you ask me, I think these people should all be locked up on an abandoned island and get whipped like how Jesus in The Passion of the Christ was whipped. With the whip with hooks. I would love them to get hit on the same sore place over and over and over again. Immature bastards. I hope the village boycotts their family too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate you for calling my dad a failure. Look at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perverted sick bastard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the best dad in this world and your stupid words don't mean shit to me, you understand? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Bleeds Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111967843830123854?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111967843830123854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111967843830123854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111967843830123854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111967843830123854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/06/omg-i-just-read-pensys-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111925608758019685</id><published>2005-06-20T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:04.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ick.</title><content type='html'>Ick Ick Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I just saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nivea Creme. Its this hand creme that smells so good when you apply it. So anyways, we have one in the shop coz like, you know we muslims eat with our hand and after eating, the hand reeks of the food and just dosent go away. So everyone after food will wash their hands and dips their fingr in to rub onto their hands. I've seen it but have never tried it. SO today, i decided to try it. I took off the lid and saw the most gross-iest, most ick-iest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strand of finger hair! You know those that grow on the finger? The extremely tiny one? Well, this was fat and thick. ICK ICK ICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing worth blogging in my life right now. Pe- Tooi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111925608758019685?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111925608758019685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111925608758019685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111925608758019685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111925608758019685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/06/ick.html' title='Ick.'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111897842516197030</id><published>2005-06-17T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:04.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Penny!!! How could you do this to me!! How could you remind me of the memories of secondary school!!! I don't friend you! Hump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Was just reminising 'bout secondary school when I read Pensy's blog. We used to do all kinds of crappy nonsense when teachers were absent. Like staining our teeth with chocolate and smling widely whenever someone walks by. Or when I did the elevator &amp; escalator trick by the window. What I did was so swanky but we still had good laughs back then. OR when we danced the ballet when we were having out O Level Englisg Oral Prelims. That was just damn funny. I especially enjoyed doing the 10 minute movie project. Hilarious. Just thinking about those times just maked me want to smile. Thanks Kanchiong. My life would be different without you guys. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im now going to tell you guys a story. A funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this pair of earrings made of glass which I bought from India. One day. I decided to wear them to work. Unknowing to me, I had only put on one of the earring and left the other one safely in my drawer. I walked out of my house only wearing that earring leaving the other bare. After 4 WHOLE hours, I looked at myself in the mirror and realised that one of the earrings were gone! I paniced not knowing I din even wear it. So sadly, I took the  earring off and placed it at a safe corner of my working place. That night, I went home and realised the other side was actually at home. I came to work the next day and took my earring and hung it on my bag. So it was practically dangling and my dad just took my bag not realising that something small was dangling there and POOF! it was gone. Saded. Then today, one of my collegues saw it and returned it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End OF Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Y'All Get It?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111897842516197030?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111897842516197030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111897842516197030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111897842516197030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111897842516197030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111872548742274838</id><published>2005-06-14T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:03.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while I was munching on my McD's Chicken Foldover, I decided to watch some TV. Since it had been a long long LONG time since I watched Tv at night, I din know what was on so I was switching channels. I had to choose between CSI Miami and I want a famous face. I picked on 'I Want A Famous Face' [its a show where you get to surgically change your face to your preferrable celebrity. What a whoot. All that pain to look like your Idol]. So I was munching happily on my dinner until I found out that it showed the ACTUAL surgery! They were pulling and slicing and stiching right before my very eyes! I mean hello! Im eating! It was so gross. One girl had to do Liposuction to look like her Idol Jennifer Aniston. It was horrendous. It looked like the surgeons where playing Tug-O-War with her body. Then she came out of the surgery looking like a mummy-fied mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkign about surgery, I realsied that everytime I watch these kinda show, that involve the slicing and dicing of skin, I start to shiver on my own. As in, my body just shakes uncontrolably. Nip Tuck, Extreme Makeover, I want A Famous Face, Saw[the movie]. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Manmadhanae Nee Kalaiyenthaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Manmadhanae Nee Kavinyenthaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Manmadhanae Nee Kaadhalanthaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Manmadhanae Nee Kaavalanthaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ennai Unakkulae Tholaithaen Yaeno Theriyalai&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Undhan Rasigai Naanum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unakkaen &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Puriyavillai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethanai Aangal Kadandhu Vandhaen Evanaiyum Pidikkavillai&lt;br /&gt;Irubadhu Varudam Unnai Poal Evanum Ennaiyum Mayakkavillai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naanum Oar Pennena Pirandha Bhalanai Indraedhaan Adaindhaen&lt;br /&gt;Unnai Naan Paartha Pin Aangal Vargathai Naanum Madhithaen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Endhan Nenjil Oonjal Katti Aadi Kondae Irukkiraay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enakkul Pogundhu Engo Neeyum Oadi Kondae Irukkiraay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Azhagaay Naanum Aadugiraen, Arivaay Naanum Paesugiraen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sugamaay Naanum Malarugirean, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unakkaedhum Therigiradha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oru Murai Paarthaal Pala Murai Inikire Enna Visithiramoe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nanbanae Enakku Kaadhalan Aanaal Adhudhaan Sarithiramoe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Manmadhanae Unnai Paarkiraen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Manmadhanae Unnai Rasikkiraen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Manmadhanae Unnai Rusikkiraen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Manmadhanae Unnil Vasikkiraen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnai Muzhudhaaga Naanum Mendru Muzhungavoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Undhan Munnaadi Mattum Vetkam Marakkavoe? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endhan Padukkai Araikku Undhan Peyarai Vaikkavoe?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adimai Saasanam Ezhudhi Tharugiraen, Ennai Yaetru Kollu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aayul Varayil Unnudan Iruppaen, Anbaay Paarthu Kollu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111872548742274838?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111872548742274838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111872548742274838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111872548742274838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111872548742274838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/06/yuck_111872548742274838.html' title='Yuck!'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111819907050812135</id><published>2005-06-08T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:02.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eaccff"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eed6eb"&gt;Kumari is your soulmate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2e0d6"&gt;You truly love Yvonne.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f7ebc2"&gt;You consider Fluzzy your true friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fbf5ad"&gt;You know that Connie is always thinking of you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff99"&gt;You'll remember Yani for the rest of your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff199"&gt;You secretly think Omar is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe29a"&gt;You secretly think that Pensy! is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd49a"&gt;You secretly think that Ruby is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Ruby changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc59a"&gt;You secretly think Leyna is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Leyna has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111819907050812135?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111819907050812135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111819907050812135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111819907050812135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111819907050812135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/06/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111804395415503522</id><published>2005-06-06T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:02.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laser Light</title><content type='html'>Come Closer.... I wanna tell you something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit more closer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, a lil more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very good, you are almost there... &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;Almost there... &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;Ready??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... *cough cough* well, at least I thought that was funny... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me and my cuz decided that we should go and scream our lungs out at escape themepark. It was an impulse kinda thing. Went something like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*both stoning into space*&lt;br /&gt;Cuz: Hey Naz, you wanna hop on down to escape?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in no time, we were in escape. Did you guys know that there is this new haunted house thing-a-majig there. Remember what happened to me in the Genting Haunted House? Haha... SO me and my cuz decided we should go check it out. The queue was rather short so we just hopped into the line. So then came our turn. The 'person' in the house will give 3 knocks to signal the staff outside to let us in. Its not like the *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;knock*knock*knock*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; kinda knock. It was more like *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boom Boom Boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* kinda knock. So you know me right? Scardey Cat #1. My cuz is like younger then me by 1yr. That one oso another fraidy cat. Then we promised each other that we would never let go of each others hands whatever happens. With that promise ,we went in and the door slammed shut on us. It was pitch black. Couldnt see a damn thing in that place. Something inside of me asked me to look behind me... Call it instince or whatever... To my horror, there was something hinding behind the door and was walking towards us. It was wearing a black cape and was balck all over with a red mask. It was walking towards the both of us! I shouted to my cuz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ja, ade hantu kat belakang!"&lt;/em&gt; translation- "Ja (my cuz's name), theres a ghost behind us!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she let go of my hand and sprinted away yelling her lungs out. -_-". Talk about trust. Anyways, I was so terrified, I couldnt move. What I could do, though, was cramp myself to the wall and use my hand to cover my face in fright. From the corner of my eye I was "it" walking past me. Then it stopped right beside me. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! "it" turned and put its so close to my face I could hear it breathing. I was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ja, where the hell are you!?!?! Theres this ghost standing beside me!!! HELP JA!! PLZZZ!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started begging the ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, please Mr Ghost, Please let me out. I promise never to come in again. I promise. SORRY!!!! Ja!!!! Where in hell are you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I din know was that the ghost left me long ago to haunt my cuz instead.-_-" Then she screamed asking me where I was. Im telling you, it was so freaking dark in that place I couldnt make heads of tails of anything! She finally found me and dragged my arm (she literally tore it) in lighting speed around the room to get to the exit as fast as possible. We had to walk across this bridge kinda thing and the bridge was like suspended above a cemetery... MUMMY!!! And at the end of the bridge there was this pontianak standing there. All in white and her face culdnt be seen. Replacing her face was hair!!! we both practically ran across the room screaming in horror. I think the pontianak knew I was afraid of her and she started chasing me! The nerve! I ran like a mad women la. Then after the pontinank, we came across this thing wrapped in a white cloth. Both me and my cuz made eye contact and screamed "POCHONG!!!!" together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who dun know what a pochong is, when muslims die, we are wrapped in a white cloth and we get buried with it. So when it arises again to complete some uncomplete business bullshit, its called a pochong. It cant walk coz its legs are all tied up so it hops instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the poching was so still we taught it was a dummy... Until it started hopping. We ran like mad dogs till the exit, which LUCKILY wasnt that far. We were so happy to see sunlight. My hands and legs could not stop trembling for about an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im scarred for life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE HORROR....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111804395415503522?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111804395415503522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111804395415503522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111804395415503522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111804395415503522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/06/laser-light.html' title='Laser Light'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111776750978400852</id><published>2005-06-03T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:01.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applesauce</title><content type='html'>Ok, Im gonna blog about Applesauce today. Applesauce. Yum.... Just the word applesauce makes your mouth water. Say IT! Applesauce! The word sauce adds a sauce-y like texture to the word. Sauce. Apple sauce. There's a different way of of eating applesauce. You know Yakult? Yes, you freeze the red tabbed yakult in the freezer for one day. And when you take it out, WALA! You get frozen applesauce. Its damn delicious! You poke it and let it slide into your mouth. I did that yesterday and was very satisfied. Actually, I left the Yakult bottle in there 3 days ago. I totally forgot about it, until yesterday. Haha. I have nothing useful to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I freeze alot of things. I have a fetish for frozen desserts. I freeze Jellies, Juices.... Talking about juices... I once made watermelon juice (yum yum) and poured it into the ice tray and stretched a plastic sheet over it and poked toothpicks (new one's mind you) into every cube and allowed it to freeze overnight. It was so delicious! WOOHOO!! If the method of doing it sounds familiar... then I hafta admit that I followed Dexter... You know the cartoon? Yea... -_-"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111776750978400852?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111776750978400852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111776750978400852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111776750978400852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111776750978400852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/06/applesauce.html' title='Applesauce'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111753387936124850</id><published>2005-05-31T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:01.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madagascar</title><content type='html'>I was so mad after reading Penny's blog that I totally forgot to blog about something... And that is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADAGASCAR!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH! The movie is like so freaking nice! Its so hilarious. ALl the characters are so cute! The only one character that Im against is the Giraffe... What an extremely paranoid Giraffe. Hmmm. HAHA! Anyways, Me, Connie and Kumari went to catch it together. I was the only one who had'nt eaten my lunch so the other two accompanied me to BK's to gorge. Actually Connie just wanted the Star Wars Tumbler -_-". Haha. Then while we were queueing to buy food, we realised that that BK was filled with students from various schools. At first, we were puzzled coz it was the school Hols. Then we found out what they were doing there... They had just finished their Mother Tongue O Levels. A bunch of guys in white uniform were like going on and on and on about the paper. All the crap they were saying reminded me of the time we took out Mother Tongue O's. Haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk more about the movie. IT WAS SUPER DI DOOPER NICE!!! AHHH!!! *jumps down bulilding*I don't want to tell too much bout the story coz I know quite alot of you guys are gonna watch it soon. There was this part where the 4 animals (Lion, Zebra, Hippo and Giraffe) landed on this island Madagascar (DUH) and theywere welcomed by this nutty king the size of a mouse. Actually he's a skunk. But no matter. And the lion goes "so this is the place where they use leaves to wipe?!" and the skunk goes "who wipes?!" Haha. and the skunk has this cute indian accent. OH YA! Got this song! Its so nice to sing. I kept singing it after the movie that I irritated Connie :P. Its goes a lil something like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to move it, move it. &lt;br /&gt;She like to move it, move it. &lt;br /&gt;He like to move it, move it. &lt;br /&gt;We like to..... MOVE IT! &lt;br /&gt;(of course, sing with the indian accent) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CATCH IT NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111753387936124850?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111753387936124850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111753387936124850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111753387936124850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111753387936124850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/05/madagascar.html' title='Madagascar'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111751553027145136</id><published>2005-05-31T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:01.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Worked Up</title><content type='html'>Im so freaking worked up right now. I just read Penny's blog. And I just realised how freaking biased people can get. I mean, PLEASE! So what if she's from a neighbourhood school right? She topped her school! Thats a fucking huge achievement. Its not huge, its ENORMOUS! How many ACJC students can say that they have topped their freaking school. OH! SO you guys think you are all big shots just coz YOU nehnehs come from high ranking schools ar? And you extremly horrible teachers! HOW can YOU think that way?! She already trying her best, cant you see? Try opening your eyes. NEH NEHS. The fact that you teach in ACJC dosent mean you have the right to judge people ANY- O- HOW... If I just get my hand on you, my thumb will be up your ARSE sideways GET IT?! I doubt it will be pleasent... SO, you neh neh students and you nehneh teachers can just go walking together hand  in hand. I think they deserve to be locked up in jail. SCREW ALL OF U BIASED NEH NEHS LA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this messege only goes out to the people who are freaking biased&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111751553027145136?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111751553027145136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111751553027145136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111751553027145136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111751553027145136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/05/freaking-worked-up.html' title='Freaking Worked Up'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111726037366180606</id><published>2005-05-28T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:00.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say</title><content type='html'>Hi there... Yes, yes I'm still alive... I've not been blogging for one reason. And that reason is that I have nothing worth-ful (no such word) to say. Let me just scan my brain for any news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 hours Later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH Yes! The place I'm working in is selling this book called, 'Boy's are Stupid" by some guy -_-" ... This just shows what they think of themselves. I read through the book and realised that OH MY HOLY GOD! It's so true!!! Like this sentence which I got out from the book, "Girls are made of Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice.... While Boys are Made of Mice, Booger and Head Lice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA (Guys, Not that I have anything against you guys ... But you got to admit that its funny and OH-SO-TRUE shtuff) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my uncle (the boss of this company) decided that he shall buy himself an O2 Xda 2 Mini... As in that small pc slash handphone slash pda thingy... He wanted me to use the thing and get use to it SO that I can in return teach him how to use it. Im not going to say anything else other then the fact that after 1 day of using the 'thing', my brain shrunk to the size of a peanut (or smaller). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT NEWS!!! My bro has been packed and sent of to the "GREAT" India! HOORAY!!! Haha... Thats good news, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*picks nose, sticks booger under chair amd walks away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111726037366180606?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111726037366180606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111726037366180606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111726037366180606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111726037366180606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/05/nothing-to-say.html' title='Nothing to say'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111665425990810505</id><published>2005-05-21T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:01:00.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Sad music playing in background* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Life has been down in the dumps lately. Ahhhh who am I kidding?! Life has been Booga wooga! WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, theres this really really cute eye candy who is working on the 3rd level. He is so darn cute! His smile just wants to make u melt into a puddle! I saw him today. We exchanged greetings... ONLY!!! DARN!!! Why must cute guys be so obsessed over work?! Geez! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops! Explotion of hormones. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the van, my dad wanted to make fun of my moms hair (playful playful dad). So he like ruffled her extremely straight, one month old rebonded, lightly coloured hair. Then my mom barked, " Don't touch my hair or I'll botak your head when your asleep!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woa!! Touchy touchy touchy! I think my Dad learnt his lesson. The hard way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111665425990810505?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111665425990810505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111665425990810505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111665425990810505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111665425990810505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/05/sad-music-playing-in-background-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111634326993263545</id><published>2005-05-17T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:59.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Ah Beng</title><content type='html'>I was in the Mrt today when I noticed this really big group of Ah Beng- ish guys standing beside me, cursing and swearing at each other in Dialect. Common sight right? So I din really bother much about them. They all alighted at the same stop as me. So while I was on the escalator, I heard this ringtone. Doraemon ringtone. Guess who's phone it was. &lt;strong&gt;JUST GUESS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It belonged to one of the Ah Bengs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-_-" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,  I got to Chinese class a lil early today so I decided to sit around class and stone my extra time away. There's always this Thai guy who comes in way earlier then anyone does (by the way, he's a nice guy) and he brings his girlfriend in for company. The guy's phone rang and he decided to go out to answer the phone. So that leaves me and his gf alone in the room. I noticed the girl was reading a book. Then my eye caught the title of the book. The horror! The HORROR! The book was titled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAKING OUT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought what sia?! She reading the book so openly. Then she put down the book and I read the ful title of the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making out in Chinese &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*FainteD*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111634326993263545?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111634326993263545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111634326993263545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111634326993263545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111634326993263545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/05/weird-ah-beng.html' title='Weird Ah Beng'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111613823524804810</id><published>2005-05-15T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:59.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>My humble apologies for dissapearing. I was in Malaysia ~ truly asia. Haha. Me and my dad brought my cuz and family to Malaysia. First, we headed to Genting Highlands! Even though it was my 5th time there, it was AWESOME! I just adore the weather there! So air conny! So we went to play the rides. I went on the Solero shot (the name has been changed to space shot) ride! Droping out of control from 12 stories was just AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! :D!!! Then I (&lt;------ as in me... Nazreen the great) decided to bring them to the House of Ripley's  followed by the Haunted House Adventure. Luckily there was a package for the 2 places. Ripleys was fun. The best definetly has got to be the Haunted House Adventure. Before we got to enter, we were asked to take a photo with the 'ghosts' there. There were 2 'ghosts' there. While getting ready to pose for the picture, one of the ghost's asked me and my cuz whether we were indians. ERRR.. We said yes. We din think much of it... until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haunted house was so cool! There was so many shtuff in there! From headless dolls to skeletons to real live ghosts in costumes! They were so horrifying! There was this time where we had to go down a flight of stairs. I had a hunch that someone was going to grab my leg. I kepy screaming like a wild donkey! I saw 4 pairs of hands. AGRHHH!! I screamed and started to do the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hop dance. Then me and this ghost had direct eye to eye contact and I screamed so hard that he (or she) found it so amusing he (or she) kept coming after me. MUMMY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brilliant cuz had this ghost stalking her and she kept saying to it " please, please, please, dun come near... PLEASE!!" repeatedly.-_-". And finally we were out of the wretched place. PHEW. Remember that Indian ghost that asked me and my cuz whether we were Indian? Well, apparently, he was an Indian also. He stalked me and my cuz!!! OMG!!! He kept waving. First few times we din really think much of it. Then he started being really anooying appearing everywhjere we went. The worst thing was that he stalked us with that horrifing mask on. =:-O.&lt;br /&gt;He hid behind walls and peeked over... ERRRR... I was like AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left Genting and that guy was never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOT DOT DOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111613823524804810?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111613823524804810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111613823524804810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111613823524804810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111613823524804810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/05/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111517637377644799</id><published>2005-05-04T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:58.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese class yesterday was horrendous. I didnt understand a word!!! Thats coz I missed 2 lessons straight. Sigh Sigh. Someone please help me. Sigh Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;DARN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;House of Wax is MC-18!!! ARGHHHH!!! Why!! Just when I hought turning 16 can entitle me to watch anything. CURSES!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im suppose to bring my cuz watch a movie in a Singapore theatre... ALONE... Alone as in me and her together only. But her mom thinks that Singapore is also like India, whereby people can kidnap her daughter and sell her to some karang kuni man. -_-". I really have nothing to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111517637377644799?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111517637377644799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111517637377644799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111517637377644799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111517637377644799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/05/chinese-class-yesterday-was-horrendous.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111511038806700301</id><published>2005-05-03T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:58.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G.o.aT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look What I Found!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/somegal_u_know/goat.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Adorable! Its a goat! Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111511038806700301?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111511038806700301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111511038806700301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111511038806700301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111511038806700301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/05/goat.html' title='G.o.aT'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111492201576720593</id><published>2005-05-01T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:58.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from India</title><content type='html'>Guess who's back? Back from India? Goat is back, Back from India! YAY! Home Sweet Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to explain India. HOT. Not in the "hi baby" hot. More like "OMG IM MELTING" hot. Its 35 degrees there. I was reunited with my family over there. Actually there's nothing much to say about India coz IF I say anything bad about India, several people will be after my neck. So I'll just hush. Dun worry Ruby, Yani and Mari, I definetly have stories to tell ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cuz from India is here in sunny Singapore. Where exactly do I bring them to? All I know is: Zoo, Bird Park, Sentosa, MRT rides and Bus rides. Anyone knows where else I can bring them? The whole family isnt really familiar with english. Only my cuz understands it. So please give some suggestions people. Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was the first time I was going anywhere on SIA!!! I was so psyched!!! They had screens for every seat!!! And get this, they were showing all the new movies!!! Coach Carter, In Good Company, Hide and Seek, White Noise, Phantom of the Opera etc etc... I didnt sleep!!! I watched Hide and Seek. I was rather confused cuz everytime the eerie music was being played i take off my headset :p. So I dun hear wads going on. Hehe. Then I kept running around the plane!!! I visited the toilet not because my bladder was full, I just went to see how it looks like. It was so cool!!! They had all sorts of fancy things inside! I kept fiddling with everything. Get this, they had free sanitary pads!!! I was so tempted to take one but I din have any pockets on my to carry it in. So I left it. =D. What??? Its had the SIA logo on it! Then this air stewardess kept starring at me. Then she left. !!!!!!. I kept asking my dad if there was anything on my face. Then she returned and gave me this small snoopy soft toy! Me and my dad was like huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, this extremly handsome air steward asked me what drink I would like to have. I said apple juice. Then he passed it to me. I took a huge gulp. It didnt taste like apple juice. But it looked like apple juice. Then it hit me. It was beer! WEEEEEE. Not bad. Whoops. Haha. Then i took another sip and I told my dad "I really dun think this is apple juice, you know?". He took a sip oso! Then he said it was beer. Haha. That steward dis- muslimize me and and my dad. Then I called the steward back and returned it to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats how beer tastes like. HMMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111492201576720593?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111492201576720593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111492201576720593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111492201576720593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111492201576720593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-from-india.html' title='Back from India'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111337237570641599</id><published>2005-04-13T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:57.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Running Words</title><content type='html'>AHHHH!!! Finally! I found the template for the running words at the bottom of my page! YAY! The words are by me. Nice or not? Its copyright. Haha. Kidding kidding. For a Computered- Impaired person, I did quite well! Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORMALLY when anyone from Singapore goes to India, the people in India will send the people here a list of shtuff they want. The list can range from a STOVE (yes, stove... You know, the one u cook shtuff on? yes that stove) to even a pencil. NORMALLY, when anyone from MY family goes, they pack bits of Singapore (AHA! Now you know why Singapore is shrinking) SO now that I'm going, I'm supposed to carry on the tradition of bringing shtuff there. And since Im working, I gotta buy shtuff for the people there. My dad said he'll buy shtuff for his Sister's. He has 3 Sisters there. Then he asked my to buy things for my cousins. So I counted how many cousins I have there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY HOLY PAGODA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 11 cousins! I bought 8 of them (ages range from 5-14) pencil cases with all the stationary inside. That costed me a whoping 85 smackaroonies. So 11 minus 8 equals to 3. I just bought 2 wallets for another 2 cousins (ages range from 18-19) That costed me another 50 bucks. So 3 minus 2 equals to 1. This last cousin is like 2 years old. What on earth am I suppose to buy for a 2 years old? Can anyone help? Please?!?!? So together I spent 135 dollars. That is VERY VERY VERY VERY little coz my uncle NORMALLY buys them shtuff worth.. get this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS worth of shtuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FAINTED*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111337237570641599?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111337237570641599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111337237570641599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111337237570641599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111337237570641599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/04/found-running-words.html' title='Found Running Words'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111328920765798960</id><published>2005-04-12T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:57.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one's Blogging Anymore</title><content type='html'>Sigh Sigh Sigh. Im depressed that half the people in my Links have decided to abandon their beloved blog to go achieve their dream of becoming astronauts. CURSE YOU!!! Now I've got to start deleting them... One by one. How sad? Even the most dedicated bloggers are gone. SADED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im rotting in my workplace. I really am. There goes my arm. It just... fell off. Sigh. Announcement: Im leaving for India coming Thursday (14th April) and won't be back till the 29th. Sigh Sigh Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really horrid dream, or rather nightmarem, of the Tsunami one night. It was so awful. I was standing right infront of the wave. I couldn't move. I didn't run. I just stood there looking at the wave before me in shock. I woke up once the wave collapsed on me. It felt so real. I hope it dosen't happen again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new digital camera yesterday. $439. My atm card feels alot less heavier. Its Fujifilm branded. 4.1 Megapixels. Kinda cool. It doubles up as a webcam. Im bringing it to India. WEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sad today. Just plain sad. Maybe because I'm leaving? Nah. I just have too many things up in my head. TOO MANY. I really wanna drain my brain. Anyone owns a brainwasher? Sigh. I feel so miserable. Maybe that trip to India would be a good idea after all. Just to get away from it all. Tag me if you guys want shtuff from India aite? Please, dun be shy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111328920765798960?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111328920765798960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111328920765798960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111328920765798960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111328920765798960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-ones-blogging-anymore.html' title='No one&apos;s Blogging Anymore'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111314274443244589</id><published>2005-04-10T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:57.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temasek Rejected Me</title><content type='html'>I got a letter from Temasek Poly today. It had my name on it. The school rejected me... AGAIN. Sigh. I'll just rot in NAFA then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that feeling where you just want to say something but just can't put it to words? Yea? I'm feeling that now. And I HATE it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I'm going to say something amusing. Try not to laugh alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to INDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, you can stop laughing right about.... NOW. Practically EVERYONE is asking me whether my dad is going to matchmake me to some guy in india with a big, bushy moustache. No. No I'm not. Rest assured that I will return un-married. Just the thought of reaching my village is so blah. I'll arrive at 9pm India time. Then I will get molested by the female guards on duty there. They look so scary. Im scared of them. Moving on, the immigration there will take and hour or so (just so you know, Singapore takes like 5 mins) Then the gruelling 8 hour ride starts. Its not so much of the 8 hours. Its just the roads. They have pot holes, and bumps and all the other un-even stuff. By the time I reach my village, my poor butt would b all bone-y and sore. Saded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better pack my hot water bottle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111314274443244589?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111314274443244589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111314274443244589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111314274443244589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111314274443244589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/04/temasek-rejected-me.html' title='Temasek Rejected Me'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111289061208100769</id><published>2005-04-07T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:56.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Hibernation</title><content type='html'>WOW. I was gone that long? I guess time just flies. WOKAY... Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I was watching According to Jim, I felt my sixth sense tingling. It was tingling me to open the mailbox. So, I dragged myself out of the couch, took the key and went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY HOLY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a letter from Temasek Poly! I had fits right there and then. I was doing the Cha Cha, Ago-go and Tango all at once. Right there in the open space where you know, no one could see me. That was until I saw the address on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Kalpana D/O Iyyapan&lt;br /&gt;Blk XXX&lt;br /&gt;Hougang Street XX&lt;br /&gt;#02-84&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 530XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalpana D/O Iyyapan?!?!?!?! KALPANA D/O IYYAPAN?!?!?!?! WHO ON EARTH IS THAT?!?!? MY name's not Kalpana. And my dad's name is certainly not Iyyapan. Sigh. Wrong Adress. You know, I probably should sue Singapore post. I mean, people saw my dancing like a sedated monkey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the unfortunate event, I saw two other envelopes, one from Lasalle and one from Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts and decide to examine the address closely before I humiliate myself again. YUP. It had my name on it.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to join Nafa instead. Connie's there. Thats good news right? Haha... Just kidding Connie. Ok then. Thats all for now. O yea. Penny dosent wanna blog. BOOHOO. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111289061208100769?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111289061208100769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111289061208100769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111289061208100769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111289061208100769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-from-hibernation.html' title='Back from Hibernation'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111232949152576506</id><published>2005-04-01T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:55.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>Well well, guess what day it is? A majority of you might not know but, April Fool's day isn't actually a fooling day... Its actually a day to be careful... of danger that lurks around the corner. You never know who, or what is out to get you on this horribly twisted holiday they call April Fool's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like it. I LIKE IT :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, right now its 12.15 in the morning. So far I've gotten fooled once. One of my collegues came up to me and said," Could you help me stick the pages which are torn??? Im having difficulty with it" I saw the book from the outside and it seemed extremely fine. So I just flipped through the book and in between 2 pages i saw "APRIL FOOL"S!!!" -_-" I'm trying to break the record of last year. I was fooled twice last year. Bring it on, baby! Im on guard *holds gun in firing position*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Lets see how many I fooled. I secretly dropped 3 hacks sweets into someones milo today. SCORE 1!!! Then i locked the toilet door from outside when someone was in the toilet doing their business and simply walked away. SCORE 2!!! Show me what you got peeps!! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Lasalle interview at like 1.30. In DAMN nervous. Out of all days, they gave me the 1st of April for my interview. I tell you, if i arrive there and there isnt any interview im so gonna rip every building apart. But im sure there is. And IM SO NERVOUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111232949152576506?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111232949152576506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111232949152576506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111232949152576506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111232949152576506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111225180534699126</id><published>2005-03-31T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:54.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Plan Concert</title><content type='html'>Simple Plan Rocks!!! The concert yesterday was AWESOME!!! Got lots to tell about yesterday. Me and Connie started to queue at 2.30. There were already people lineing up already. Then there were this irritating bunch of girls who totally adores attention. Theres this Aussie girl who I think swallowed a microphone plus speaker when she was a baby. OH OH, then there was this other one who showed off her frilly- black G- String. Ick. I was so tempted to cut the bloody thing in half. Then me and Connie waited... and waited... and waited... and waited.. (well, you guys get the point). Then suddenly everyone from the back started running to the front! THE NERVE!  Everyone got squashed to the front. Connie and me almost suffocated. And the Oh- So- Organized Cisco could only say "SIT!!! SIT!!!" PFTTTT to you Cisco!!! You let the ones who came later go in first. BOOO!!! BOO you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the bitter experiance with Cisco, we were in. Not that bad. About 5 rows from the front. There was this mean Aussie girl who kept rolling her eyes at Connie. BOO her too. We made a couple of friends while waiting for the concert to start. A group of Bowenians. Sec 3's. They were SO hyper. It was an all girls group EXCEPT for one guy. Ladies man I suppose. Anyways, moving on, I noticed that he kept smiling at me and Connie for no reason what so ever. At one point, Connie got drifted away due to the pushing and shoving. SO he had no one else to smile at except me. What could I do? I smiled back every time he smiled at me. AT one point, he smiled and said, "nice dimples". AHHHHHHH!!! Connie was laughing her ass off at this point. I got so frightened. I avoided eye contact after that. PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SIMPLE PLAN came out! WOOHOO~ All stopped their pushing and shoving and started jumping! Awesome experiance. And i noticed that Pierre was very handsome in person. HAVAHAVAHAVA. Thats all for now. Tootla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111225180534699126?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111225180534699126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111225180534699126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111225180534699126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111225180534699126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/03/simple-plan-concert.html' title='Simple Plan Concert'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111209170375184974</id><published>2005-03-29T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:54.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Bali</title><content type='html'>IM BACK from BALI!!! The trip was AWESOME!!! WEEEEEEEE... It was so fun!!! The beach there was WOOHOO!!! Especially the beach boys there (Hava Hava Hava)!!! I went Jet Skiing and Para sailing! It was so cool!!! Definetly a relaxing place to go. Lucky im back. I wanted my dad to stay all the way till tuesday (today). What timeing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so bored! I just want to stone. Stone all day long. Talking about stoning, im reminded of Ruby's birthday!!! Happy 70th Birthday Looby!!! Yay! 3 more years and your officially DEAD! Yipee! Whoops. I meant, Oh No, how sad. told you I was mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to more important matters... Like the Simple Plan concert! Woohooo!!! Here I come Simple Plan! Im ready, Im ready, Im ready (like how Spongebob Square Pants says).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111209170375184974?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111209170375184974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111209170375184974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111209170375184974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111209170375184974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/03/back-from-bali.html' title='Back from Bali'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111114619481188203</id><published>2005-03-18T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:54.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello sweet *ahem* people of the world! How have you guys been doing? Me? Oh, I'm fine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those sensors they place at the entrance of shops? Those which make that awful TEETEE noise when a shoplifter goes by it? Yea? Yea, well, the manager of the place I'm working in (my dad) decided that he should put one up now. You know? Like TEN years after opening the shop? Yea. Not that I find that weird or anything. Just thought that you guys should know that my DAD has FINALLY decided to put up the TEETEE machine TEN years after opening the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in order for the TEETEE machine to work, there should be a sensor  (this is like a sticker, with a flat thin chip in it) stuck to it. And this bookshop has THOUSANDS of books. Just heaps and heaps of books. Can anyone guess what happens next? Anyone? YUP. I got the honour of sticking EVERY SINGLE BOOK. YAY! Can anyone get any luckier??? *tears out of "joy"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you Adidas fanatics know, there is a sale going on at EXPO. All items at half price!!! But its only till Sunday, so hurry up and grab while its there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Thats about it for now. I'll be back with more catastrophic news. I shall leave you with this: Teach a man to peel paper, and in turn, he will teach you to dance the cha cha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111114619481188203?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111114619481188203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111114619481188203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111114619481188203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111114619481188203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-sweet-ahem-people-of-world-how.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111072805980213727</id><published>2005-03-13T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:53.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen Lip</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHH!!! My lip is like FAT. HELP! Its swollen to twice its size!!! AHHH!!! I am allergic to crab!!! AHHH!!! And I ate crab!!! Temptation got the better of me. Today my dad bought live crabs. That was at 10.30 in the morning. As it was like the first time he has bought live crabs. First rule to buying live crabs: Know the proper way of killing the crab. And he didnt know how to do that. So he asked someone on how to do it. 2 methods. One, poke a chopstick into the body and leave it aside [Ouch Ouch Ouch]. Two, leave it in the freezer and allow it to freeze to death. My dad being the saint he is decided to do the second method. He passed the bag t my mom asking her to put it in the fridge. He said fridge. FRIDGE!!! He didnt say FREEZER. Guess where my mom kept it in? The vegetable section. -_-". SO, when they took out the crabs at around 7.30 to cook, they were still alive!!! AHHHH!!! Tthe crabs were starring at me with their beady eyes. What a pitiful sight. Then my aunty raised the chopper above her head and POW!!! It smashed their poor poor shell. SO SAD. But delicious they were. :P. I guess the crabs found a way to get back at me and my dad. My lips are so heavy. EEEEWWW. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111072805980213727?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111072805980213727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111072805980213727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111072805980213727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111072805980213727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/03/swollen-lip.html' title='Swollen Lip'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-111025894659212361</id><published>2005-03-08T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:53.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YawN</title><content type='html'>*Yawn* Im so sleepy. I keep waking up in the middle of the night for no reason. And i know my eyes are shut but my brain is working. Its so freaky. You think that you're asleep, but you're not. Creepy. Yea yea, its been a while since I blogged. You guys can blame the annoying phone calls and endless conputer work for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going for the Simple Plan concert!!! Yay!!! Im so psyched!!! Im going with Connie and Eunice and maybe Watson. I've gotten their tickets. $50. And I got their CD as well. This CD is the best 17.95 I've spent ok!!! I can so relate to their songs!!! Awesome!! Talk about overnight- die- hard- fan. And oh, Pierre (lead vocalist) is so cute!!! [Ruby must be gagging at me right now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. You know my beloved Nokia 7260? Well, everywhere I turn I see someone carrying it. It breaks my heart in to a gazillion pieces!!! [very poor thing right??? ]*gives wounded puppy look* Why??? WHY??? I mean, I know it's mass produced and all. But but... I wove my phone!!! I really really do!!! Saded. Saded. Saded. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-111025894659212361?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/111025894659212361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=111025894659212361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111025894659212361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/111025894659212361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/03/yawn.html' title='YawN'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110986243687577677</id><published>2005-03-03T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BaD ResultS</title><content type='html'>From my long absence, you should have already guessed that my O Level results were like pure, unfiltered S-H-I-T. I can't keep crying about it. So I'm doing the unthinkable. Moving On. OH MY HOLY GOD!!! Who are you and what have u done to the real Nazreen?!?!?! How long can I mope? I'd rather use the time to think about how I'm going to set this right and go to the course I want. Im like desperate to go to the Apparel Design &amp; Merchandising course. So so so so so desperate. I really don't want to go to plan B: NAFA. Please please please don't send me there god. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moving on to other un-important matters, I'm going to take How-To-Speak-Mandarin-The Correct-Way course. -_-". But its true. We can't keep ourselves within Singapore in the Business industry. Thats why I'm finding my way to China. :D. Imagine me speaking Chinese *shudders*. Im going to get this alot ---&gt; "Nee puse indhu de ren mah?" Ok Ok, I know. It needs some polishing up, but I'll get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'll be going to Bali during the march holidays. Its been ages since we've been on a trip to anywhere at all. The furthest we've gone in the past 3 years is Sentosa and Malaysia. My parents ALWAYS use this as bribery. They'll tell my bro and me, "If u guys do well then we'll bring you on a holiday" But they NEVER do. Meaningliess bribery. Petoo-ei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the phone rings in my workplace, I'm incharge of picking it up and saying this, "Goodafternoon/ Goodevening. Basheer Graphic. Can I help you?" By the way, Basheer Graphic is the name of the shop. Why such a name? Thats my grandpa's name. Not the Graphic. Only the Basheer. Anyways. back to the story. SO thats what i normally say. About a few thousand goons will reply, "Hi, is this Basheer?" I mean !!!!!!. N-O_C-O-M-M-E-N-T-S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110986243687577677?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110986243687577677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110986243687577677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110986243687577677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110986243687577677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/03/bad-results.html' title='BaD ResultS'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110908663428489863</id><published>2005-02-22T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:52.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back after Hibernation</title><content type='html'>IM BACK. I did not know i was gone THAT long. Alot of things have been going on for the past few days. Lets see if I can recall them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Open House of Temasek Poly. I'm guessing that that will be my future school. The open house was awesome! Well, i found it much better and more interesting then any of the other polytechnics. They brought us into the radio and shooting room. It was so cool! We got to go backstage and finally I know how news readers memorise so much information in a day! The don't memorise any! They just read blindly from the screen. PFTT. I could do that. Haha. Most probably, I'll be joining the Apparel Design and Merchandising course. Don't ask me why. Long story. Drop it. Because by the time I tell you guys the WHOLE story, you'd be reaching your fourties. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday, i went for the Saint Andrews Junior College's fun fair. It was not bad. But it was scorching hot! It just had to be so hot on that day! I freaked out when I saw myself turning dark! Back to the story. They had many many game stalls and as many food stalls. But believe me, the food there was a RIP OFF!!! They sold 4 satay's for $5!!! And a piece of brownie costs about $2.50!!! And get this, you know the frozen flavoured ice you can get for about 20 cents at the mama shops? They sold that for like 50 cents!!! Daylight robbery I tell you!!! And they raised $1000 just to dunk the principal in that dunk-ky can thingy!!! *FainteD* And oh yea, they had this haunted house thingy. It costs like 6 bucks per one person entry and everyone who went in was seen running out the exit in horror that they often trip over one another at the exit. I wonder what was really in that haunted house thingy. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110908663428489863?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110908663428489863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110908663428489863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110908663428489863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110908663428489863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/02/back-after-hibernation.html' title='Back after Hibernation'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110838168256913660</id><published>2005-02-14T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:52.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines Day!!! While everyone's out with their significant other, im sitting here keying in shtuff into the computer. Seems like the computer is going to be my date tonight. How extremely saddening. Enough of my ranting. Bless couples every where. May your love prevail. Please learn to be give in at times and be thankful that you guys have each other. Look who's talking. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet Kumari! *throws tantrum* Its been a long long time since I saw her. Saded. Miss her and her adorable character. My head seems to be empty and hollow. It gives that hollow sound when I knock on it. Hmm. And my knee makes the horrible sound of broken bones rubbing against each other. People who are close to me know about my cracking knee. They shudder everytime they hear it. The doctor says that a type of "gel" that lies at the joint has been "worn-out". Im only 16 (ok, its 17 this year, who cares), is that suppose to happen? Im too young. My grandpapa has this condition. And he's touching 70! -_-". I think its because i fell on my knee once too many times when i was young. To those who did not know, I am a very accident prone person. It was worse when i was younger. Everytime there would be new scabs on my knee. Even before the first wound would heal, i would fall on the raw, open, bleeding wound (OUCH! I know) and hurt myself again. Yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im listening to Taufik's (or Taupok as Mrs Tan calls him) CD. Im amazed at his smooth-as- butter voice. He reaches his high notes with such ease. "One Last" is so sad! Petoo-ei! Im bored here. *Walks away scratching butt*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110838168256913660?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110838168256913660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110838168256913660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110838168256913660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110838168256913660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110829685960947763</id><published>2005-02-13T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:52.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>Finally today, after much persuation, I went over to Mrs Tan's church. I was preparing for a horrific encounter with Mrs Tan's chruch friends. But it all went well. The people there were really really nice. Unlike Mrs Tan. Hmmmm. I wonder why. Haha. Just joking Mrs Tan. After church, Mrs Tan drove me to her 6 month old flat at a certain place in Singapore. She drove me in her COFFIN car. Her flat was nicely furnished with vintage sofa's and pictures. I totally adored her place! There is this high tall table with tall chairs facing the CBD. Sitting there and eating was an awesome experiance. On and ya, by the way, she lives on the 16th storey, So the view was superb! We sat eating Mac D's and sharing stories. Haha. Who knew I could do that with my once teacher?! Soon after I had to leave. Sorry for not getting you the yellow mandrin with purple polka dots Mrs Tan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought an electronic fly swatter thingy all the way from Thailand because my irritating house is infested with flying insects. It looks like a tennis racket, but if you switch it on, it emits a voltage charge of 230 volts! Guess where my genius brother put his finger in? Just guess. He placed his finger into the tennis racket. I mean -_-". And he was seen TRYING to swat a fly in the living room. He was doing stunts I did not know were possible by the human body. He was doing the Matrix, Tai Chee &amp; Malay Dance all at once in desperate attempt to swat that ONE fly. Sometimes I wonder where he gets his brilliance from. Hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110829685960947763?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110829685960947763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110829685960947763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110829685960947763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110829685960947763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/02/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110811216687829791</id><published>2005-02-11T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:52.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at work</title><content type='html'>Im getting pissed at work right now. People are calling in and asking "are you open today?" [-_-"] I just answered the bloody phone!!! Do you think that they locked me in for the day to answer phone calls? *fainted* Oh well, as the company says "&lt;em&gt;Le Customers Are ALWAYS Right&lt;/em&gt;".. PFTTT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yea, i just got reminded that it was CNY. HappY ChinesE NeW YeaR! I had my house warming function on CNY. 120 people attended!!! Imagine how tired I was at the end of the function. I was shagged. It was so tiresome feeding (ok, serving) everyone there. And the people attended in all sorts of shape, sizes and colours! Wow! Haha. I know, im being mean. And i was wearing a lanky Punjabi Suit (a traditional indian costume) running wildly around the house in an desperate attempt to satisfy everyone. And now that i live in a mansionette (how ever you spell it) i hear voices from up, down (down because the food was being served at the void deck) and all around. By the time I could sit still, my legs and hands were still vibrating from the moving around. But minus the exhausting parts, it was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to school to meet our teachers. I woke up early just to do that and when i arrived at school, not a soul was there. Apparently, someone told us the celebrations would end at 10.30 but it actually ended earlier then usual at 9.30. We (we in the sense of me, Ruby, Yani and Leyna) were dissapointed. But there were a few other people whom we bumped into. It was nice talking to them again. And the library has gone through a fabulous make over. Its more condusive to study in. Great work FTPSS! OH YA! Guess wad??? We had a friendly chat with Madam Aini (our principal). I did not realise she was this friendly. She even shared some business tactics with us after finding out we were working! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got good news and bad news. I'll tell the good news first. Im getting to be better at guitar! Yay for me! My fingerings are getting better. I do not accidentally strum the other strings anymore. Now for the bad news. I've been playing "Ode to Joy"&amp; "When the Saints Go Marching In" over and over again that i'm beginning to feel like a kid again (not that i have not been acting like one till now, but its getting to the extent whereby i want to sing twinkle twinkle little star again) Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then! Thats all for now folks! And always remember the hawaiian saying "He who drinks Coconut juice dosent always live to drink Banana Juice.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110811216687829791?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110811216687829791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110811216687829791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110811216687829791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110811216687829791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/02/back-at-work.html' title='Back at work'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110749512863351762</id><published>2005-02-04T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:51.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Classes Rock!!!</title><content type='html'>Guitar Classes Rock man!!! It was sooo cool... considering the guitar was like so big and i couldnt reach the strings properly -_-"... anyways... our teacher is this really cool guy.. he has like piercings on his face and his name is Gerald... but he isnt really THAT sociable.. but im cool with that thou... he taught me how to strum b, c, d, e, f, g.... was a bit confusing at first, but im getting the hang of it... haha... i played "Skip To My Lou"!!! HA!! betcha cant do that.. (Fluzzy, that was not directed to u coz i know u play better then me)... and i kept holding the neck of the guitar wrongly.. he had to adjust my hand over and over and over again... and dumb me only used one finger instead of two.. BUT WHO CARES!! im playing music! haha... Im gonna get a guitar im gonna get a guitar! Yay!!! coming sunday im gonna buy one.. hopefully it fots in my budget *looks into flat wallet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110749512863351762?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110749512863351762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110749512863351762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110749512863351762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110749512863351762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/02/guitar-classes-rock.html' title='Guitar Classes Rock!!!'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110732011872732727</id><published>2005-02-02T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:51.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entires</title><content type='html'>IM BACK!!! Well, i've been held up these days with work and my migrain isnt helping... lets see if i can recall anythin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long break of 1 and a half years, i finally decided that i should return to my religious class... Yes u idiots... My religious class.. u can stop laughing now... as i was saying... i stopped last year because i had to concentrate on my O's and all... so i returned hopeing that my old friends will be there... SO i was all dressed and psyched up about class... When i turned up, the class was filled with boys of all shaped and sizes... no girls AT ALL... i FREAKED!!! (ok.. maybe in exxagerating... there was 4 lil boys...  they looked like leprecons... so peewee- sized.. and two other guys... 1 my bro and the other one, my bro's friend...) i couldnt help but notice how adorable the boys were.. the lil boys i mean... one boy did the pulling-thumb-out-of-ur-socket trick tot his other  boy... the other boy went "che!! u bent ur fingers!! think i dunnoe ar??" hahahhahahahhaha.. so cute... the one who did the trick went "nonononono.. that not how i did it" how typical of leprecons to say that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna join guitar classes soon!!! WHO THE MAN (errr.. woMAN??)?!?!?!?! haha.. im sosososoososososo excited. The lady said that she'll call me today and confirm is she can start the class tomolo or on the 17th :S.... thats too far away... i really hope it starts tomolo.. *fingers crossed* then soon after, i'll get ma own guitar!!! WWWWEeeeeeeeee.. anyone can suggest a cheap shop for that? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats it... And always keep in mind the ancient hawaian saying... He Who Eats The Kiwi Skin First, Dosent Always Come Out Last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110732011872732727?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110732011872732727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110732011872732727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110732011872732727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110732011872732727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/02/entires.html' title='Entires'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110688179432322135</id><published>2005-01-28T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:51.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed Up Board</title><content type='html'>My Tag Board seems to be screwd up... its been that way for the past few days already... not only mine... Penny's &amp; Shadowmist's tag boards are screwed up too... dunnoe whats wrong oso.. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that i have been having the fetish to write words in new fonts... i start scribbling them when im bored.. now i have a whole collection!!! Here, have a look at one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 125px" height="151" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/somegal_u_know/SlitWrists.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had a funny dream.. Seriously, its funny... try to guess if its A, B or C...&lt;br /&gt;A: A Tribal Group&lt;br /&gt;B: A Swamp&lt;br /&gt;C: A Hamster&lt;br /&gt;If you had guessed either one of the three.. then ur wrong.. i dreamt all THREE!!! It was so weird... it was like my dad bro and me were crossing this broken down bridgeabove this swamp... then on the opposite side there was this Tribal group staring weirdy at us... then all of a sudden i was back at home finding a hamster that i had kept in my drawer 2 yrs ago!!! it was small, black and hard... but alive.. once i took it out of a mini pencil case lookin thing, the think started running around the room and i was chasing it.. then i lost sight of it... and i was like "im sooooooo dead.. mom's gonna kill me".. then i woke up... o_O... hmmmm... the kind of weird dreams i get... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my parents have decided to held the house warming function on CNY... 9th of feb.. The whole of my Mom's colony is gonne be here.. WEEEEE!!! im so happy.. its gonna be a blast... juz so that u know, my moms side ROCK!!! they are the BEST!! they are so outgoing.. all of them are always up for anythin.. the best game we play together?? Dog &amp;amp; Bone... Women vs Men... haha.. the men always win, but who cares.. its just fun playin as a whole family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nth else to blog about.. im sooo bored.. help... and im at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110688179432322135?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110688179432322135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110688179432322135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110688179432322135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110688179432322135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/screwed-up-board.html' title='Screwed Up Board'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110680624731346321</id><published>2005-01-27T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:50.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Entries Suck</title><content type='html'>I just realsied somethin after readin all of my previous entries... They have no pint what so ever... its juz me going on and on and on about shtuff... Useless shtuff... How do u guys get through it??? Hang in there... I'll try to spice it up abit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokkin bout spicing things up.. i saw a erotic sight yesterday... normall the ladies here go up to eat.. at this corner called the "residents corner"... after eating and all.. on the way back.. we saw a sight... a lady was naked'ly naked... no clothes... STRIPPED.... she was with this old guy and guess what she was doin?!?!?!? she was like *coughsuckinghisahemahemcough*... sorry. abit of cough... yea.. i mean they were trying to hide under the stairs but obviously they forgot they were in public during the excitment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I was joking back there... Just told that Hocus Pocus to "spice" things up.. haha. Gotcha.. i Gotcha Good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now im at work... Its extremely boring when i have nothing ot do... And when i fianlly i get work, the amount it BOOM alot! Its fun around here.. always joking around and all.. Pay Day is comming Lalalalalala...!!! YAY!!! Omar and I are like thinkin of going shopping after i get my pay on the 12th... We are thinking of calling Kuku along... (by the way.. found out she was working in Swensens at Funan Mall.. Thats like so near!!! maybe i'll drop by one day and spy on her.. Hehe) Any other takers??? C'mon, it'll be fun to go out as a bunch.. Call me people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar wants me to treat him to a neoprint shoot... And i (being the dumbo i m) agreed to him.. he made me repeat this online: I, Nazreen Binte Mohamed Sharief, will hereby treat Omar to a neoprint shoot.WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! haha... so i did... then i fianlly found out that he gets WAY more pay then me!!! CHEAPSKATE!!! Omar, if ur readin this, i DUN CARE, ur treating me to a meal!!! (or we can negotiate... change it to... introducing me Yani and Ruby to your Balestier Khalsa Soccer club hunks.. *drools* [for those of you have been living under a rock, Omar has been accepted *i know.. its like OH MY FRIGGIN GOD!!!* by the Balestier Khalsa soccer club for those below 17]) Hah! We'll see how far Balestier goes now that Omar &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;has joined them... *Walks away laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110680624731346321?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110680624731346321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110680624731346321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110680624731346321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110680624731346321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-entries-suck.html' title='My Entries Suck'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110646234154678094</id><published>2005-01-23T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:50.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>Haven't been bloggin in a while... lets se.. what happened so far... Yesterday went to NY open house.. kinda fun.. there was this person names ting ting who made us play Amazing race.. was fun though... haha... then after that went to kino at orchard and GUESS WAD!!! I took pic with the Singapore Lions!!! They are hot man!!! Especially Iskandar (captain) and Lionel Lewis (keeper)!!!! WOOHOO!!! haha.. Agu was there too.. din relly see dickson thou... haha.. but nvm la... Did u know that Iskandar has a small son? so adorable... haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT TAUFIKS CD!!! *melted*... You'll never guess its him.. he sounds so professional now.. Nothing of the SI Taufik... All the hard work has finally paid off... wow.. I dream, Superstition, Mrs Jones and Ibu are damn nice.. get it soon.. i heard 10, 000 has been sold liow.. quite good for a local artiste.. hmmm.. He is also on this month's Seventeen Mag.. me Yani and Ruby totaly freaked when we saw him on the cover!! Stupid Hakim was calling him bastard.. ass... haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that Jin is really good at Rapping... being an Asian he dosent have the slang at all.. which is good... Y'all should hear his song, Senorita... Very nice... Alrighty then.. thats all for today.. bubai now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110646234154678094?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110646234154678094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110646234154678094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110646234154678094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110646234154678094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110604708740758751</id><published>2005-01-18T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:49.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>OH. MY. GOD. I finnaly got my haircut!!! Yay for me!!! i think i look better this way... The ladies at the salon were really really nice!! and i dun even noe the salon's name! wad a bad customer... o well.. actually i have a neoprint scanned into the com but i dunnoe how to cut the darn thing.. so u guys gotta wait to see ma hair.. haha... yesterday went out with Yani, Ruby and Hakim.. Wackos... keep on takin my pic when i was gettin my hair washed... haha... and OH YA!! i got ma right ear pierced... haha.. it was so sudden,.. it went like this... we were walking arouind aimlessly after my haircut when i said" hey, i wanan get my ear pierced" and immediately Ruby said" OK!"... so we went to 77th street.. and when the guy took out the gun i wnet "RUBY RUBY RUBY!! THE GUN THE GUN THE GUN!!"... sorry for squishing ur hang Looby.. haha... and finally i got my LIPGLOSS!! 2 items off my wishlist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got killed in the shop today... stupid tube light thingy... it fell near me.. i was like 2 inches away when the thing fell from above and exploded beside me... the neon thing i guess.. or is it argon? dunnoe la. either one.. it exploded and powdery things came out.. 2 inches... i would have got killed... haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly my ear dosent hurt anymore... it dosent even give me the lightest tinge... wad a good ear... it hurt for wad ? 20 mins? and after that everythin was fine... kinda weird coz everyone said it would hurt like hell.. OH!! so this is how hell feels like... I;ve endured more thou... haha.. like this one time i was in india... juz for ur info, my grandad has a house there... and behind the house there is this garden like that.. actually, 20 years ago it used to be a garden... many tress's which beared young coconuts, tree's that swayed to the breeze, a lake to go fishin in.... but now.. it has NO grass... i mean NO grass.. totally bald... there are trees's but NO coconuts... either that or all the coconuts have turned brown and the lake has turned into a ankle deep puddle of water... how sad.. anyways.. back tot he story.. during the 2001 june holidays, i went over... then behind this horrible garden got mango tree's... and indian mangoes are THE BOMB!! u guys should try them.. anywyas... so we were equiped with parangs attached to bamboo poles... u noe.. to cut the mangoes way up in the trees.. so me my cuz and aunty were lookin up to find ripe mangoes... guess wad my genius brother did.. he pretended to be a power ranger and was swirling the poles attached with parangs wildy in the air... -_-".. the next thing u noe, one parang came flying towards me.. the sharp part pecked my forehead and for a split secong i din noe wad happend... till i saw the blood.. my aunt started screamin wildly and brought me back to the house leaving a blood trail behind... the cut was deep so they brought me to the doc's... and at that horrid moment then power was out.. wad GOOD luck... so the doc's clinic was lited with candles.. ahh.. how romantic.. he gave me 2 jabs.. guess where? one on my arm and the other... at my BUTT!!!i mean wad has my butt got to do with my forehead?!?!??!!?!? i couldnt sit straight for  2 DAYS!!!!*HUMP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110604708740758751?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110604708740758751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110604708740758751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110604708740758751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110604708740758751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110560650038614829</id><published>2005-01-13T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:49.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goatee</title><content type='html'>Oh My Holy God!!! Guess wad??? (there are like a million things that could have happened to me.. i din even give u a clue... how would u know??)... Yesterday right.. This malay guy came noe.. haha... he's so cute!!! not handsome ar.. cute... and guess wad now???!?!??! he had a goatee!!! haha.. a cute adorable lil goatee.. haha... so i juz told casually to my collegue who normally is the cashier, " cute ar.. haha"... then she said "hmmmmm" by the way she's over 45.. so ya... haha... by chance he ordered some books... so then suddenly she yelled for my name... then she whisper" naz, faster ring him up on the cashier, i called u to do that".. i was like o-O.. haha.. but never the less, i couldnt let such an opportunity to go by.. so i din ring him up... hahah... how so the very polite.. he said thanks!! WEEeeeeeeeee... And o ya, he's a regular to the shop... Hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You noe, i noticed somethin about we Singaporeans... Whenever i give someone a discount on their books they always go, "huh?? 15% oni ar? 20% la"and if i give 20 they ask for 25.... i mean hello ar... we run a book shop here... not a fish market... *hump*... then when i give discounts to foreigners... even if it's 10% they go, "oh! ur giving me a discount?!?! Oh my, how very kind of you..." can You see the horrible horrible difference??? Singaporeans Singaporeans... Wad can i say about you??? Haiz... How saddening it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had to send a parcel to Saudi Arabia and the parcel weighed like a wad?? 15kg?? and SOMEBODY here... Im not telling who (points to my dad) told me its to Turkey.. wad the hell?!?!?! i made a fool outta myself k.. pple in DHL and UPS are gonna think i dunnoe the diff between Saudi Arabia and Turkey... the contents int he box cost around 500 bucks... guess how much UPS is charging us??? Hold ur breath... they are chargin us 1000 smakaroonie's!!! and mind you.. im tokkin about sing dollars... not india money..(for thoses who din noe... a dollar here is valued for 27 there) *fainted*... thats like twice the cost of our shtuff... *walks off to drink water*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110560650038614829?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110560650038614829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110560650038614829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110560650038614829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110560650038614829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/goatee.html' title='Goatee'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110551462112766002</id><published>2005-01-12T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:48.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Food</title><content type='html'>Hi Ho's... What a boring day it is... again... Just had my lunkch and u'll never guess what i just had... SANDWICH!!! the thing that i have "never" eaten before!!! -___-"... ok.. lets see wad i can ramble about... hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i slept like super early.. like super-dy dooper early... 11.45!!! i mean i normally sleep at 2.. so ya that kinda make 11.45 ealry... and when i woke up to day my body was like mitting heat.. super-dy dooper heat ok.. i was like super hot... (if u guys are thinkin im hot in the sense of im "seductive" hot... ERASE it from ur minds!!!) when i touched my blanket.. it was hot!!! so basically everthin was hot... yea.. anyone knows y???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ya... and my tongue bleeds everytime i eat sweets... hard candy.. i dunnoe.. it cut's ma tounge and i bleed... some more i bleed like two places at a time... i KNOW!! im also feel as if im turnin into an alien... JEEZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more.. get this.. all my body joints are as good as RUSTY!!! it all cracks everytime i do somethin.. lemme count how many cracks i have k.. on both hands altogether i have 20 cracks... both wrist's also crack.. so add another 2... my both ankle cracks as well.. add another 2... both feet cracks a total of 10 times (phew.. at least thats normal)... and my knee is my worse condition.. it cracks everytime i go up/down stairs.. i went to the doc regardin ma knee, and he said that a certain "gel" in between ma thigh and shin bones (in other simpler term.. my knee) has worn out... i mean.. c;mon man.. im 16.. not 60!!! how could i have possibly run out of "THE GEL"???!?!?!??! i dunnoe la... haiz.. how sad... anyone can spare me some gel??  gatsby brand is fine.. i dun mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110551462112766002?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110551462112766002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110551462112766002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110551462112766002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110551462112766002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/same-food.html' title='Same Food'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110544166973903988</id><published>2005-01-11T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:48.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Sick</title><content type='html'>I hate this... i trully really deeply hate this... oh.. its nothing to be alarmed about... im juz suffering from a disease called school-sick... i miss school.. i miss the prefectorial board... i miss the environment... i miss the teachers... boohoo... i really miss the prefectorial board thou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... there were the bad time of the prefectorial board.. always keeping us on our toes... when i mean always i mean ALWAYS... but i miss it.. i wanna be pushed around again... yes i do... i miss my juniors... such sweet people... such darling to have around... i want to push them around as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh im so missing them... today's blog is practically about me whinin that i miss ma horrible school and prefectorial board... tsk tsk...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its been a week and still no sign of that charming chinese guy.... haiz.... haha.. yea right... hahhahahahha... im bored thou.. ruby, yani or kumari... if either one of u guys are readin my blog.... PLZ!!! i wanna meet u guy!!! PLEASE!!! ARGH!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110544166973903988?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110544166973903988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110544166973903988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110544166973903988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110544166973903988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/school-sick.html' title='School Sick'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110529054800901051</id><published>2005-01-10T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:47.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Airport</title><content type='html'>I was at the airport juz now.. went to send ma grandparents off... so its like we entered the airport and we were like surrouded by gazillions of pple.. so we were tryin to look for seats and stuff since ma grandma couldnt stand for long and all... so we were walkin back and forth when we came upon this scenario...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the scene, there is a Chinese lady, an Indian man and his wife..)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Lady: I can't believe your married!!! (she is like screamin her guts out sayin this.. EVERYONE was starin at them)&lt;br /&gt;Indian Man: Looks down to the floor and keeps quiet...&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Lady: (She gives him a good slap)&lt;br /&gt;Indian Man: (Holding his cheek [in pain  guess] he still refuses to talk back and keeps lookin down)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Lady: I cant believe you cheated me!!!!!! (still screamin her lungs out)&lt;br /&gt;Wife of Indian Man: (Sits patiently and quietly beside him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i could see coz i din want to be STARIN at them like how all the Singaporeans around there were STAARIN at them... i mean can u believe it?? wad a scene happenin.. some more at Changi Airport...Hmm.... And one more thing!! Guys, read the thingy below k.. I translated a tamil song... I think its so sweet.. Read k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In The Gale That Blew This Way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I Did Not Falter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But Now In The Blow Of A Butterfly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I Have Collapsed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To Tell You My Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I Placed My Heart In Your Hands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But When You Walked Across, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Heart Fell To The Floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On The Ground, On This Earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Heart Is Jumpin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And In Every Twitch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It Says Your Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Climbing The Sky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I Can Catch The Lightning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But To Pick This Flower, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Hands Are Trembling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There Are No Comforting Words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There Is No Lessening Of Devotion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Lover Has Not Spoken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But My Love Will Never Lessen...&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/7418123-110529054800901051?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110529054800901051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110529054800901051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110529054800901051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110529054800901051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-from-airport.html' title='Back from Airport'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110520225317547372</id><published>2005-01-09T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:47.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakshumie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Laks!!! haha... 17th bdae sia... and i juz turned 16.. haha... well... it like 12.21 in the morin... and im bloggin.. hmmm... ma dad's bestest fwen's daughter (which happens to be me close fwen oso) is stayin over!! happy happy... haha... i found out alot of things from her about myself that i never knew... hmmm.. makes u think sometimes eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doc on thurs and the doc says i have maigrain! wad the hell.. im oni 16... he says it can drag on till im 30!! *fainted*... anyways... he prescribed me like a STRONG painkiller... it's so strong that it can cause stomach irritance... so he ended up givin me a medicine to stop the stomach irritance as well.. hmmm.. strong eh? i wonder how many i should take before i start feeling drunk.. hmm.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WAD?!?!?!?! i MAY be goin to india in Feb.. *fainted*.. i thot kumari was the oni one chasing goats... look who is gonna chase goat now.... hope they dun poop... hmmm... hope the tsunami come and sweeps me into the ocean!!! no worries!! i can swim!!! haha... and the tsunami thing was a joke.. i dun wan another disaster like this to occur man... anyways... i gettin sleepy.. i think i go sleep ar... tootla.. nite nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110520225317547372?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110520225317547372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110520225317547372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110520225317547372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110520225317547372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/lakshumies-birthday.html' title='Lakshumie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110502376733636122</id><published>2005-01-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:47.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Guy</title><content type='html'>Im in a fairy good modd today... Hmmm.. haha... coz like i was workin as the cashier... then got this cute guy at the counter... hehe... he was flippin through some books... somemore it was like closing time... so i decided to strike up a conversation with him... it went like this...&lt;br /&gt;Me: so... you take designing???&lt;br /&gt;Him: haha.. yea i do... u interested in designin???&lt;br /&gt;Me: alright la.. not that much... was thinkin of takin fashion desingin blah blah balh...&lt;br /&gt;Him: O... *surprises look* thats great... u noe... i heard of this school.. raffles lassale... blah blah blah... (din really hear much coz i was like admiring him and all so ya..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats how the convo led to the sunset... (k i may be exxageratin her.. coz the tok was like a wad ?? 5 mins...??? hmmm) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after i rang him up on the cashing machine and all.. he was like.. arent u guys suppose to be closed by now... i was like.. haha.. yea... we were all waiting for U!!! haha... he said paiseh paiseh... haha... how adorable... by the way.. he is a good 5-7 yrs elder then me... and he is a chinese (hey.... im not sayin anythin here.. juz wanted to tell y'all that before u guys picked up ur gala pole to hit me on the head with, thinkin in racist and all)... and he left.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait wait!! not the end yet.. he is a frequent visitor to the shop!! yay!!! haha.. guys../ plz dun get me rong... i juz think he's cute... haha.. has a certain charm.. hmm.. haha... how dumb can i get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la.. guess thats all for now... for more me and my adventures do tune in to tomolo's episode!!! tootla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110502376733636122?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110502376733636122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110502376733636122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110502376733636122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110502376733636122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/cute-guy.html' title='Cute Guy'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110490983039983893</id><published>2005-01-05T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:47.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Day</title><content type='html'>Its a fine day indeed... Im at HOME and not at WORK.. at last... haha... slept for a good 12 hrs today... felt so good.. ma snuggles was on the floor AGAIN when i woke up.. poor him.. i always seem to push him down when im asleep.. hmm... k. right now i look like a red tomato... too many mosquitoes biting me!!! WHY WHY?!?!?!? WHY me?!?!?!?! grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is going to sound silly but i think im starting to miss books... and schooll... haiz... too used to the environment already la... i really never thought that i would be sayion this but i REALLY REALLY miss books... haiz... and begginin to miss the teachers too.. how school sick can i get... haiz.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the mosquitoes part... im scratchin and scrathin here... so itchy!!! wish i could kill all the mosquitoes... ma face itself has so many bites.. haiz... today the curtain man s comin.. finally ma room is gonna have blinds!!! for those who din noe, ma room has clear, see through glass and no curtains at all.. and opp is another block.. so when im sleepin its practically a free show ... finally the guy comin seh.. coz everytime i forget that ma window is see through, i start dancin like a lunatic.. and when i finally when i realise that ma window has no coating to protect who is lookin at me.. i turn red!!!! bloody hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i juz wanted all of you to know that i hate milk and onions... i dunnnoe y i juz said that, ya but i ahte both of them.. soya milk is fine... cow's milk is not... i'll puke at the very smell.. and onions??? they look like soft squishy worms... ma dad  has tried and tried to make me eat/ drink those but he failed... if it was math or onions/milk... i'll take math anyday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now i'll bid a tootla coz i have somethin to install.. but I'LL BE BACK... Astalaveesta Baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110490983039983893?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110490983039983893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110490983039983893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110490983039983893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110490983039983893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/off-day.html' title='Off Day'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110472739358735360</id><published>2005-01-03T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:46.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved In</title><content type='html'>Hi Ho The Merry Oh... -___-"... dunnoe y i said that but i've always wanted to say that.. k... so an update of wads goin on will be i've MOVED IN!!! Yay for me!! the movin started early sat mornin... 7am.. i dragged maself outta bed and was forced to pack everythin wif ma eyes closed... then the helpers came... guess who... Indian pple.. haiz... Singaproe has gotten so used to cheap labour... actually it was ma bad who called them la... they were like wreckin everythin... we spent a good 6 hrs movin out the stuff and movin it all completly coz it was rainin non stop... haiz.. then finally everythin was in... but ma dad had this $800 plus plus mattress and it weighted a ton and couldnt fit int he lift... last time ma house 12th storey right.. the pple who brought it in had to carry it up 12 storey by stairs.. before leavin i remember them cursing.. "we'll see how u will move outta this house... u DIE" hahahhahaha... that one matteress alone had to be brought up by 6 men!!! super heavy... haiz... then i went to set ma room up.. i must say.. im pleased with ma room.. very pleased... then i went to sleep at around 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day when i woke up.. ma whole body was achin k.. movied too many things.. haiz... anyways. we're all moved in now.. so no worries la... im bloggin from ma workplace cop ma room has no phone connection wadsoever.. most propb by today the thing will be fixed... oopps.. i gtg now.. ciau!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110472739358735360?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110472739358735360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110472739358735360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110472739358735360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110472739358735360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2005/01/moved-in.html' title='Moved In'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110449449287551829</id><published>2004-12-31T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:46.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dun like my body&lt;br /&gt;And I noe you dun too&lt;br /&gt;Im sorrie I dun haf the curves for you to show&lt;br /&gt;Im sorrie I dun haf a hot bod for you to hold&lt;br /&gt;Im sorrie I dun haf the slimness for you to admire&lt;br /&gt;Im sorrie I dun haf a petite bod for you to be proud of&lt;br /&gt;I dun like my body&lt;br /&gt;And I noe you dun too..=(  &lt;br /&gt;- Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny.. i know its copyrighted.. but i had to put it here coz i know how it feels gurl.. i juz wanted u to know that u arent the oni one feelin this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110449449287551829?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110449449287551829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110449449287551829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110449449287551829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110449449287551829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dun-like-my-body-and-i-noe-you-dun.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110440390518868301</id><published>2004-12-30T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:46.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring</title><content type='html'>right now im at ma workplace.. no worrie.. ma work time is over.. juz waiting for ma dad to bring us home.. hmmm.. 1 and a 1/2 hrs to spare... good good... anywyas i saw Penny today!! yay!! she looks good.. and i think the one standin next to her was her bro... i THINK... haha... lac ar penny... im eatin way too many sweets now a days... everytime i walk pass the cashier i'll take a sweet.. then one day dunnoe how many gazillion times i walk pass that place... how one said of the jaw aches... haha... i very badly need to go to the toilet right now... but i'll hold it in.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that tme i said that one of my relative was missin.. his body was found... lodged in a crack in the sea wall... the force of the water must have set him them.. he must have got stuck and thus drowned.. hmmm.. that day i was watchin the indian channel news... the covergae is so close that they juz show dead bodies everywhere... and then got this scene where a guy was hanging from his neck on a tree branch!!! so the body was like dangling and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ya i oso heard that jet li was caught in the tsunami... he protected his daughter or somethin like that la.. not sure thou... hmmm... i REALLY need to get to the toilet right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD SERIOUS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110440390518868301?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110440390518868301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110440390518868301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110440390518868301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110440390518868301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/boring.html' title='boring'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110433719662939961</id><published>2004-12-30T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:45.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelming Sadness</title><content type='html'>hello everyone!!! haha.. im feelin a lil down right now.. no reason wadso ever.. juz feel so... anyways guess wad?!?!?!?! i got TAUFIKS signature!!!!!! *fainted* i din meet him la.. if i did, i would have wet ma pants... he went to ma moms shop!!! then she help em ask for autograph... wow wee.. haha.. if i have scanner i will scan and show la.. but i dun have... o well.. haha... yea...death toll passed the 60 000 mark... hmmm.. i pray that all their souls rest in peace... anyways gtg sleep now... bubai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110433719662939961?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110433719662939961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110433719662939961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110433719662939961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110433719662939961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/overwhelming-sadness.html' title='Overwhelming Sadness'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110416124837494876</id><published>2004-12-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:45.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami</title><content type='html'>right now im dun wish to tok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/somegal_u_know/13637550_7pic9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart wrenchin... simply heart wrenchin... u should see the pic of small dead children... if u have sun tv ar.. i suggest u switch to channel 29... even if u dun understand, that is the oni station bringin up close coverage of dead bodies floatng and lying lifeless on the beaches and juz left there... and you should also see the manner they THROW bodies into pits in the ground.. they grab them by ONE hand and THROW and when i mean throw they juz fling the bodies into a pit and cover it up... No respect wad so ever... hmmm.. such is the culture of asians ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110416124837494876?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110416124837494876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110416124837494876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110416124837494876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110416124837494876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/tsunami.html' title='Tsunami'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110406835493912884</id><published>2004-12-26T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:44.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash News</title><content type='html'>k im pissed... the whole thing i typed juz dissapeared and i DIN EVEN DO ANYTHIN.... practically wad i typed was a tsumani has hit india... ma side of india.. dun worry ma relatives are all fine... but 1 of ma distant relative died coz he got swept away by the currents and 1 more still missing... lazy to type liow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110406835493912884?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110406835493912884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110406835493912884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110406835493912884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110406835493912884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/flash-news_26.html' title='Flash News'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110406822282776047</id><published>2004-12-26T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:44.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110406822282776047?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110406822282776047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110406822282776047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110406822282776047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110406822282776047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/flash-news.html' title='Flash News'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110398196228471548</id><published>2004-12-25T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:43.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Movies!!!</title><content type='html'>juz reached home aftergoin to that new house... well, if everythin goes as planned, i'll be totally moved in by the 2nd of Jan... actually now everythin left at home is halved... half the kitchen in that house, half here... half ma room stuff there half here... all half half... a holy person juz visited the house.. kinda like a bomoh la.. but not that extreme.. dun worry ma house not haunted... he juz came to check the atmosphere... he said it was good la.. whcih is good... he juz said that we had to brighten up the house abit more... thats all... i wathed like a movie today.. went to little india to get it... it seemed like the whole banglah community was starin at me.. more like pple wearin tee's and jeans... hmm.. then i bought this movie that EVERYONE said was like super dooper... so i watched... AIYO... so sad k the movie.. so so sad... i held ma tears back coz ma aunt was like sittin behind me and if she see's me cryin for a movie, she will hold it up till i die!! but then got this one scene which totally broke ma heart and the tear (mind u.. one drop oni ar) juz rolled down k...then somemore i lucky.. it rolled down the side which ma aunt cant see... *phew* then i faster faster wipe la.... but it was SO SO SO sad... im tellin u.. if u guys need a good cry go watch the movie.... even if u dun understand u'll still cry (k.. i was juz tellin that for fun).. Boohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110398196228471548?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110398196228471548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110398196228471548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110398196228471548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110398196228471548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/3-movies.html' title='3 Movies!!!'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110381490485078424</id><published>2004-12-23T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:43.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot</title><content type='html'>eh actually i forgot to tell la... go check this website out... its so funny... its about cute cudly bears in their own lives... then grusome things happen to them.. haha.. farnie la... but it makes cringe la... haha.. its: &lt;a href="http://happytff.tripod.com/episodes.html"&gt;http://happytff.tripod.com/episodes.html&lt;/a&gt;... i recommend the get whale soon episode.. and i love CUB &amp;amp; HANDY... haha.. i hate the mole and lumpy... check it out if u got time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110381490485078424?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110381490485078424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110381490485078424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110381490485078424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110381490485078424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/forgot.html' title='Forgot'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110381443575523896</id><published>2004-12-23T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:43.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home Again</title><content type='html'>Well well... im back at home again and starin at the computer screen... juz went to check out ma new house for the gazillionth time... they hacked the stairs handrailing off and they are gonna put in new ones... i tell u ar... the workers are bangla *fainted*.... haha.. then tomolo the guy come to fix the chandeliar.. is that how u spell it?? thats the big big huge light thing a magig that u always see in movies... but ours not that big la... haha... then ma uncle gonna paint ma room... WOOHOO!!! i decided to chage the color to pink thou.. dun ask me y... it was a split moment decision la... but not pink until like so striking pink u can seee from a radius of 10 km la... juz normal pink... hope it suits ma furniture... hmmm... O YA!!! juz for the Taufik fans out there... he is on the cover of CLEO!! argh he looks damn damn damn sizzling hot k.. go check it out... then there was this other mag he was on the cover but i dunnoe wad mag... in the excitment i forgot to see... he looked hot on the cleo mag and he looked adorable/cute or both on the other mag!!! arghh!!! *fainted for second time*.... haha.. anyways.. i update u guys tomolo la.. take care.. tootla!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110381443575523896?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110381443575523896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110381443575523896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110381443575523896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110381443575523896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-home-again.html' title='Back Home Again'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110372933937126016</id><published>2004-12-22T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:42.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milkshake</title><content type='html'>im listein to milshake.. haha...farnie song... nice beat... ma bro is like watchin wrestling again lor.. then got one mad man jumpin about in his undies... damn weird.. and they can still sit and watch.. then there are almost butt naked girls fightin over some stupid thing.. like cat fight.. haha... haiz.. so born.. o ya.. C IS BACK!! damn it felt so good tokkin to C after so long... haha.. and ma Kumomo is back!! hi kumari!!! haha... how was ur goat chasin activities?? haha... its amazin but i can actually imagine u chasing goats.. hmm... haha... it juz so farnie juz thinkin bout it... anywyas... its late.. better go chleep.. babai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110372933937126016?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110372933937126016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110372933937126016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110372933937126016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110372933937126016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/milkshake.html' title='Milkshake'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110352358336553515</id><published>2004-12-20T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Indian</title><content type='html'>Back to ma energy bars again... feel like puking la... HELp!!! haha.. anyways... (flash news music) FLASH NEWS: the guy i thot was an indian wasnt an indian... he's a WHITE!!!! ARGHHH ( runs around room screaming in terror) so like i was on ma way to far east when the real owner called la (his name his Andreas) FOne rings.. i pick up... then i hear  this eng slang guy speaking la.. so i thot.. o must have studied overseas or sometin thus the slang la.. then he say he oso coming down to far east.. so i say i meet him there la... then he calls after awhile sayin that he has arrived... so i rush down to the bus stop pullin ma cuz along... then i look aroubd... got 2 banglah and one bald indian man.. so i thot.. couldnt be wad.. the guy int he pic look handsone wad... then i wait... wait and wait for 15 mins.. then fone rings agin la... it was him... then he goes where i u... i go im at the bus stop... he goes ok.. i cant see you .. (maybe thats because he hasnt seen me yet?!?!?!) then i say i can see u (maybe bcause i havent seen him yet?!?!!?) then i look around.. and he goes are you carrying a balck von dutch bag.... then i go yea thats me.... then i look around frantically la... then i saw this white guy... then he goes... there... ur lookin at me right now... ma jaw dropped to the floor... but i act cool la... i go... o.. haha... hi.. din see u there... then he goes... o... im so very happy.. thank you so much... thne he shake ma hand!! MUAhahahahahaha... he was very charmin in person.. not bad not bad.... haha.. then he left.. dot dot dot... ya.. so thats ma story la... and guess wad.!!! I BOUGHT A STUDDED BELT!! woohoo!!! hahaha.. k la.. i go down buy fruits.. tootla!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110352358336553515?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110352358336553515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110352358336553515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110352358336553515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110352358336553515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/not-indian.html' title='Not Indian'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110342996015542989</id><published>2004-12-19T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:42.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Hp</title><content type='html'>Yoyo... long time no blog.... haha.. no time la.. work... haiz.. lets see where i left off.... o ya... ma other house is under renovation... 1 weeks time it'll be over... then yesterday went to ikea to look at furniture... not bad la.... not to say fantastic... but not bad... and guess wad... i found a hp!!! old model so no worries... i think its the 6600.. im not sure thou... then i found out the guy was an indian by looking at his weddin pic.. handsome noe!!! haha... then i called several no. in his hp la.... then finally i got his bro in law... he say today he come by ma house pick the fone... haha... good good... i oso found out that this indian couple are foreigners and speak french!!! not bad le.. really really not bad... i mean there are those scumbags who bring the reputation of indians down... but there are oso these kinda indians which bring the reputation up high .. so eventually it gets levelled up la... glad to know that there are good pple around... i told maself... DUN BE A KAYPO AND READ HIS MSG"S!!! but today temptation took over so i open... alot from his wife.. nth juicy thou... except one la... but i dun wanna put it up and like majority was in french so i din understand a word... ya... haha.. HEY!! i couldnt help it... haha... but the guy damn handsome... o... and in an attempt to find the owner in ikea i approached several guys that looked like the guy in the pic... but i oni paiseh maself... DAMN... haha... o well.. it was a try thou... k then.. gonna go out wif ma darling CUZ!!! yay!!... ruby, yani... im wearing the tee i bought that day... its not a thing but still i gonna wear!! a bit scared thou... o well!!! take care!! baibai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110342996015542989?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110342996015542989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110342996015542989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110342996015542989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110342996015542989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/found-hp.html' title='Found Hp'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110321089342898707</id><published>2004-12-16T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:41.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh.... was juz smilin to maself thinkin bout sweet memories... its amazing how the longer u hold on to memories.. the better it feels everytime u happen to think about it... ahhh.. was thinkin gout the USSS days.. of course there was the fair share of down sides... but that dosent compare to the happy memories... was thinkin bout how we complained that the classrooms had no doors... how the teachers would turn into kids themselves upon enterin the staff room... all those ACE club skits we had to practice for... how our second home was the toilet... how Mrs Ng Tee would tok with a rhythm... How we would fall asleep during her lesson... how mr ng would pronounce words wrongly... ahhh.. those were the days la... how i so wish i could bring those times back... now ma house is a mess.. movin house soon... very soon actually.. now ma dad nad mom cant agree on wad to renovate... *fainted* they always have 2 diff opinions and eventually i'll b the one in the middle... dun worry Kanchiong... I'll invite u guys!! k now gotta pack all the pirated vcds (oops).... got soo many..... k la.. better go.. tootla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110321089342898707?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110321089342898707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110321089342898707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110321089342898707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110321089342898707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110312357305104705</id><published>2004-12-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:41.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW FONE!!!</title><content type='html'>Behold, for i Naz, am holding ma one true love, 7260!!! YAY!! finally i got it!! YEEHAA!!! can u believe it... islandwide sold out - and i found one!!! oni 40 left in that particular store!! HOW lucky can i get?!?!?! YAY!!! got hole in ma wallet... BUT STILL WORTH IT!!! YAY!!! by the way people... i changed ma plan.. free incomin calls all day and night!! so call me when u can!!! YAY!!! so happy!!! one more thing down from ma list... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C, come back faster faster... did i mention FASTER??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110312357305104705?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110312357305104705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110312357305104705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110312357305104705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110312357305104705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-fone.html' title='NEW FONE!!!'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110307484975884845</id><published>2004-12-15T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:41.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Support</title><content type='html'>I juz want a little bit of fucking support!!! Is that too much to ask??? I want to diet means i want to diet la... ma pasal.. all U can do is give me FUCKING support.. instead of that offer me food ans say nvm nvm its ok.. juz a bit juz a bit.. i dun want A BIT of food.... I WANT UR FUCKING SUPPORT.... if u cared for me you would support me in wadever im doin... even if u dun like the idea, u would support IF u ever cared for me... DO u know how it feels to walk into a shopping mall oni to find things that DUN fit u in anyway???? ITS HORRIBLE U FUCKING IMBECILES!!! U WILL NEVER KNOW HOW IT FUCKING feels.... all u slim people know how to do is gourge down ur food and never put on weight.. is it MA fucking fault that i have a genetic problem??? IS IT??? and im tryin to make the best out of ma situation and do u give any help??? NO...... all u people ever go is... FOOD FOOD FOOD... i know it isnt good to starve maself... i KNOW it isnt... so if i dei i rather die a slim person in a normal-sized coffin.. i rather die that way then die out of heartattack or wadever shit... if i hade cancer would U tell me not to go for therapy?!?!?!?! WOULD U?!?!?!?  if i had a heart probelm would u stop me from going for surgery?!?!!? would UUU???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it la... no one understands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110307484975884845?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110307484975884845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110307484975884845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110307484975884845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110307484975884845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/fucking-support.html' title='Fucking Support'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110286816473840457</id><published>2004-12-12T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:40.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Met Up!!!</title><content type='html'>I juz got back home from an outing wif ma darlings Yani and Ruby...!!! Gosh, i miss u guys so much!!! I was so happy to see them!!! haha.. and Ruby bought me a bdae present!!! thank u sooo much!! it was mermaid cards!! AT LAST SIA!!! THANK U SO MUCH!!! Muacks Muacks.. After eatin at seoul garden we went walkin about... and i was tryin to find a tee shirt for myself and i noticed that i coouldn't find stuff my size.. thats very saddenin.. juz shows how large u are... and i felt like the lamp post between TWO couples k.. sucks to be single at times.. haha... if i wasnt there it would have been a perfect double date... im such a spoiler... Fluzzy was so sweet to peel prawns for us... haha... anyways... tomolo i have work again.. the same cycle goes on again and again... haiz... k then... goodnite to y'all... tootla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110286816473840457?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110286816473840457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110286816473840457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110286816473840457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110286816473840457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/we-met-up.html' title='We Met Up!!!'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110276166128639443</id><published>2004-12-11T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handphone out of stock</title><content type='html'>*sob*sob* i juz went to the singtel shop at raffels place... the fone i wanted was OUT OF STOCK.. i din know these 3 words can bring someone so much misery... i want it so badly.. DARN!!!! grrr... then today ma hair appointment oso kenna cancelled... so ya.. there goes the 2 things i was lookin forward to... how sad... that  guy said he'll call back in 2 days... thats like 48 hours!!! thats like *takes calculator* 2880 mins!! thats like 172800 seconds!! *fainted* haiz... i'll juz hafta see u in ma dreams then... boohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday got this lady in the shop lookin for books.. then suddenly i hear this ringtone la.. so i turned to see whose fone was ringing... then i froze in horror... 7260!!!!! *fainted again* that blardy lady was holdin MY fone....... too bad i wasnt carryin a gala pole to knock her on the head with... hmmm ... anyways,.. gotts get back to slackin... tootla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110276166128639443?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110276166128639443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110276166128639443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110276166128639443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110276166128639443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/handphone-out-of-stock.html' title='Handphone out of stock'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110267604206852769</id><published>2004-12-10T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:40.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby So Cute!!!</title><content type='html'>Arghhh!!! i juz went to the hospital to see one of the collegues who juz gave birth today... and somemore it falls on Taufiks bdae.. wad a luck baby BOY... gosh.. im tellin u.. the baby was super handsome k.. if i was a bit (ok.. i maybe lieing here) younger i would have fallen in love with him.... soo adorable k... cho cutey wooty... haha.. all bundled up in a yellow towel... i walked pass the nursery (correct spellin or not ar?) and saw all the cute babies i juz had to smile... soo cute.. his name oso quite nice... but its a very very muslim name and most of u cant pronounce it so i better not put it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am waitin for ma fone to drop from the sky.. ma dad cheated me!! he said in the mornin we can go get it but so far haven... haiz.... im comin for u beauty!! u hang in there.... haiz.... anyways i better go do ma work before i get into a shitload of trouble... tootla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110267604206852769?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110267604206852769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110267604206852769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110267604206852769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110267604206852769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/baby-so-cute.html' title='Baby So Cute!!!'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110257427439688100</id><published>2004-12-09T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:40.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saded</title><content type='html'>Im confused (not that its anythin to u guys la).... today when ma grandpa came into the office right, he told ma dad to buy me any fone i wan... ANY FONE.... then i said i dun wan... then he force so i oso ok... the reason i said that i din wan it was because i wanted to buy the fone wif ma own money... i dunnoe.. it juz gives me this feel... like i have obtained it by myself without havin someone else gettin it for me... not that im not happy la.. i mean its free... i dun hafta give a dime... but.. i dunnoe.... u guys muz be thinkin "eh u siao ar????? free fone le!!!".. haha.. maybe thats true too... maybe i should juz shut ma big baazooo and accept the offer.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u might have guessed.... its lunch time... eatin pineapples... damn sweet.. ma luck la.. sometimes it so sour ma face contorts into shapes i din know i could...haha... yum yum.. m damn bored.. i wanna change me hair!!! boohoo.. wun anyone come wif me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110252193617286359?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110252193617286359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110252193617286359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110252193617286359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110252193617286359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110248654625622398</id><published>2004-12-08T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:39.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wad do u know?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Hey, wad do ya know.. its lunch time already!!! again... doin ma routine stuff... chewin on an energy bar... haiz.. today the food here is damn good lor... the aroma is infusing into ma nostrils... haiz... so sad right... i oni get to smell... so near yet so far... haha.. anyways... lets see.. wads been goin on... hmmm... o yea... the person i was suppose to take over left officially about half an hour ago.. how sad... i really really hope i dun screw things up for the company... damn.. so confusing.. invoice la.. sales order la... balh blah balh la...haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now ots super borin.. all the ladies have gone to eat so im left here with the men who are unfortunately gourging down on their food ever so happily... ma cuz told me that he dosent see any difference.. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^.. hey!!! this diet isnt those ones where u snap ur finger and *POOF*  u become slim hor... it takes time.. meanwhile... other then him (grrrr) i've been gettin good comments... happy happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma mom pissed me off AGAIN today... she practically wants to do everythin for me!!! its super irritating!!! from the clothes i wear to the very food i eat... she want to take charge... and im now wearin this horrible horrible chinese blouse which i hate to the core... it makes me look so auntie.. i hate it... damn it .. i really hate it when she does this... and when i try to talk back, i kinda get intimidated by her... its her super loud voice... she screams EVERY SINGLE TIME.. she dosent even use ma name anymore... its always "eh, do this... eh do that" its naver "nazreen, help me do this"...!!!!!!!ARGHH!! im tellin y'all... one day im totally gonna blow.. and when i do, most probably i'll get thrown out of ma house by her... so u guys got to be the kind souls and let me live under ur bed for a few days... kapish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... im rottin without C here... haiz... faster come back la... and im countin down to the day where i lay ma hands on 7260!! Muahahahahahahah.... ok then... i better ciau now... go buy fruits.. baibai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110248654625622398?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110248654625622398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110248654625622398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110248654625622398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110248654625622398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/wad-do-u-know.html' title='Wad do u know?!?!?!'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110243680041762822</id><published>2004-12-08T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:39.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why you have to be so unfair to me&lt;br /&gt;What did i do to deserve this shit from you?&lt;br /&gt;Never thinking before talking, eventually end up hurting&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a dent, never being able to make it right again&lt;br /&gt;Have indescribable feelings locked up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;And eveytime i try to speak it out, my heart denies &lt;br /&gt;Leaving me suppressed with all the pain inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of defending you coz' of that position you hold in my life&lt;br /&gt;Juz because of that right, you don't have to abuse me like that&lt;br /&gt;I don't see others doing it, so why do you?&lt;br /&gt;You've made my life a living hell- getting burnt whenever im around you&lt;br /&gt;You don't treat others like that, so why do yo do the things you do?&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me a valid reason before i go insane&lt;br /&gt;You seem like a stranger to me, after all these years&lt;br /&gt;And if i bleed, i'll bleed knowing that you don't care  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun be puzzled... Juz somethin i wrote to release ma frustration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110243680041762822?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110243680041762822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110243680041762822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110243680041762822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110243680041762822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dont-understand-why-you-have-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110243638078839024</id><published>2004-12-08T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:39.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro Got Hp</title><content type='html'>OMG!!! My bro got a new hp!!! im damn jealous... coz its a COLOUR fone... blardy hell.. he's been starin at it lovingly since today mornin k.. its the singapore idol fone... its really cool.. it has these 4 sides.. when the fone rings... the light lights up with the rythm... its so cool.. was playin wif it... this oni makes me yearn for ma 7260 even more.... haiz.. when??when??? haiz... i hafta be more patient... anyways... did y'all notice the change?? The skin is new!! YIPEE... i love layouts done by shadowmist... they are so me... haha... damn damn nice... i think im gonna stick wif this... represents me... i think.. haha... but i do feel naive compared to most of the people around me.. wad i seem to know and wad they know are like 2 worlds apart.. damn sickkenin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Work is gettin to be more and more tiring... damn exhaustin... tomolo is ma "exam" day... haiz.. hope i dun screw things up man... i miss C..... come back home la... enuf of holidays.. haha... i miss the whole KanchionG group...  love y'all... Muacks muaks.. kumari!! come back from india.. we all miss u!! haha.. dun get married there hor!! haha.. juz kiddin... guess i better go off now... tootles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan ma 7260!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110243638078839024?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110243638078839024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110243638078839024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110243638078839024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110243638078839024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/bro-got-hp.html' title='Bro Got Hp'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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-7418123.post-110234609848812940</id><published>2004-12-06T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:38.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Boring</title><content type='html'>Im back at home.. sittin at the computer and typin aimlessly away... im watchin friends... so hilarious... hahahha... the chicken pooped on her lap!! haha... haiz... can anyone be so kind enuf to teach me some basic web designin?? plzzzz *on the floor crawling*... plzzz plzzz.... i wanna make ma own bloggie... plzz.. boohoo... haiz.. tomolo ma bro gettin his first hp... im gonna buy mine soon le!!! Muahahahaha... 7260... Muahahahha... ma hands are itchin for the very day i will lay hands on that piece of beauty.. damn... im mad over the fone... YAY!! gonna get it soon.. o ya.. ma grandpa hit lottery today... not bad le... i think $12 000 le.. good ar... haha... he deserves it la... anywyas.. i wanna go stare at some more html now... see y'all later.. tootla! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you look my way&lt;br /&gt;It’s like it all falls into place&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels right&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you walked away&lt;br /&gt;It left my life in disarray&lt;br /&gt;All I want is one more day&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I needIs one more day with you&lt;br /&gt;-SimplE PlaN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7418123-110234609848812940?l=shattered-within.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/feeds/110234609848812940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7418123&amp;postID=110234609848812940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110234609848812940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7418123/posts/default/110234609848812940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shattered-within.blogspot.com/2004/12/boring-boring.html' title='Boring Boring'/><author><name>torn-apart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01692842351061361780</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>
