<?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-29464891</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:37:50.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is happening?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29464891.post-116706375794961261</id><published>2006-12-26T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:22:37.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's time to change to a more private blog. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116706375794961261?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116706375794961261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116706375794961261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116706375794961261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116706375794961261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-time-to-change-to-more-private.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-116430417977709201</id><published>2006-11-24T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:49:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy have been harassing me for the whole of today making me feel so confused and scared. sexually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way he speaks and move is actually obvious enough for one to suspect that he could be highly dangerous to males. damn. when he first touched me i thought it was normal. a senior crew trying to guide a newcomer with his hands on my shoulder and stuffs. my manager saw and cheekily whispered into my ears 'ernest i have two sentences for you. be afraid. be really AFRAID.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. he brought me into the office to teach me some stuffs. i tried my best to remember everything he said. just in case he do physical stuffs to me again if i forget anything. GUESS WHAT. out of a sudden he cupped his hand on my chest and asked if i have been working out my muscles. i stared blankly at him cuz i totally freaked out. before i could even recover from the shock, he claimed that i looked very stressed and walked to my back to give me massage on my neck. omfg. just when i wanted to elbow his stomach to get away, my manager entered, pulled me out of the office, and laughed like nobody's business. he told me the guy 'aint very straight'. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grand finale: when i was really busy with my stuffs, i suddenly felt a hand in front of my pants reaching around my tighs. i turned around and it was his behind me. WTF WTF WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i irritably questioned him what does he want from me. he reached into my pocket and took out my hp, keyed in his number, saved it, left himself a miss call, and passed it back to me. i was totally SHOCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a transfer tml i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116430417977709201?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116430417977709201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116430417977709201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116430417977709201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116430417977709201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/11/fucking-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-116395060960202248</id><published>2006-11-19T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:36:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it just show how sad it is to be in this world,&lt;br /&gt;where there are lots of childish, ignorant, selfish, arrogant and ludicrous people that we have to face no matter where we go.&lt;br /&gt;go fuck a cow no one will care.&lt;br /&gt; just leave those people whom have not stepped on your tail yet, ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting work tml. come visit me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116395060960202248?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116395060960202248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116395060960202248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116395060960202248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116395060960202248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-just-show-how-sad-it-is-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-116326777174138351</id><published>2006-11-12T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:56:11.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the most familiar stranger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the most cherish one perhaps? --hazeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've changed too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116326777174138351?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116326777174138351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116326777174138351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116326777174138351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116326777174138351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/11/most-familiar-strangerthe-most-cherish.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-116241372197966509</id><published>2006-11-02T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:51:29.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from camp feast yesterday and it was sort of interesting. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my cousin and i went to causeway point for movie together, only to realise that a part of the building was on fire. upon seeing those red trucks and firemen running in and out, it got our adrenaline pumping too. haha. and damn, i think i was caught on video by the stupid guy from channel newsasia. hope i avoided in time. haha. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00240.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00240.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00241.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00235.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00235.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting fact: i swear this is how snails make love...!!! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116241372197966509?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116241372197966509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116241372197966509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116241372197966509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116241372197966509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-came-back-from-camp-feast.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-116143295582829201</id><published>2006-10-21T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T20:16:43.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PJC open house was fun, only the mass dance section. the rest were pretty screwed. as in, the college made ourselves looked so desperate by giving out loads of expensive prizes from bicycles to hi-fi sets to ipods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this creature in my friend's shoe bag yesterday... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a friggin iguana. and this guy has got tarantulas, snapping turtles and all kinds of dangerous animals in his home. OMFG. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to cycle with nicholas again. haha. we sang lots of songs on our way back. it feels so great to release everything by singing and i swear when two guys' voices combine, it just sounds good. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/320/DSC00230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 20mins of cycling in the dark and narrow path, we saw light at the end of it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As im leaving&lt;br /&gt;A change comes on my eyes&lt;br /&gt;These streets persuading me&lt;br /&gt;With mumbles strange goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;And through the water&lt;br /&gt;Through the ring&lt;br /&gt;To the soul of everything&lt;br /&gt;Throw my heart out&lt;br /&gt;On the stones&lt;br /&gt;And i'm almost gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116143295582829201?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116143295582829201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116143295582829201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116143295582829201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116143295582829201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/10/pjc-open-house-was-fun-only-mass-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-116127123269674784</id><published>2006-10-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:26:06.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh, wednesday was a total disaster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't dare to think about anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cry of the city like a siren's song&lt;br /&gt;Wailing over the rooftops the whole night long&lt;br /&gt;Saw a shooting star like a diamond in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Must be someone's soul passing by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116127123269674784?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116127123269674784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116127123269674784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116127123269674784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116127123269674784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/10/gosh-wednesday-was-total-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-116110378244230490</id><published>2006-10-18T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:32:26.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wooo my legs are numb. went mountain biking with nicholas just now after s&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00231.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00231.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ch. well not really mountain biking but just that the terrain is full of stones and slopes. i swear my tyres nearly puncture. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw army guys having range halfway through and guess what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was going down this steep slope at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; speed, i saw a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;python&lt;/span&gt; lying on my path. before i could brake, i shouted out to nicholas and my tyres just went over that slimy thing. HAHA. nicholas jammed his brakes and we witness the python 'shot' itself back into the undergrowth in less than 1.5secs. seriously, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shoot&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. ouch mr python.,. cool experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but yeah, the two of us totally freaked out. the body of the python was like my thigh and is defintely longer than my height for sure. haha. after that we were agreeing that how good it would be if we've caught it. singapore steve irwinS... haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh 18th oct tml. this is it. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116110378244230490?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116110378244230490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116110378244230490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116110378244230490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116110378244230490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/10/wooo-my-legs-are-numb.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-116083964588484377</id><published>2006-10-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:27:25.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went down to find tung hoe in his sch yesterday and we had so much fun messing around. he brought along a set of his school uniform for me to change and we went around crapping, to confuse his friends. of course, i met up with alot of my friends like su ning, jia jie, the red-cross guy (forgot his name), matthew etc etc. and of course, fangli and jiaying. i'm glad fangli liked the coke magic i showed her when we left the school. haha. after that, we basically slacked our time away at tunghoe's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, i woke up early in the morning to go meet up with aunt and her friend, who is a police veteran. the 72yr old guy drove a mercedes and goes to gym everyday to maintain his tough muscles. amazing huh. haha. after that i had a wonderful heart to heart talk with my aunt which made me realised alot of things i didnt knew. thanks! i've made several decisions by now and i need more time to figure out the remaining. sigh. why is life always full of choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNEXPECTEDLY saw joey having her fencing practice at balmoral plaza just now. classmates for such a long time but i didnt know she plays fencing... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun have a plan tml and i dun wanna stay at home! my mum is nagging and nagging and..... still nagging. somebody save me pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116083964588484377?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116083964588484377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116083964588484377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116083964588484377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116083964588484377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-down-to-find-tung-hoe-in-his-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-116066410668761032</id><published>2006-10-12T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:41:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jia Jie  nyjcopenhouse13oct2-5pmDON'Tcome. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie  nyjcopenhouse13oct2-5pmDON'Tcome. says:&lt;br /&gt;guess everyone doesnt wan to harm anyone&lt;br /&gt;cuteclownfish.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-pjc open house 20th oct.PLS DO NOT COME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha we are nice people&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie  nyjcopenhouse13oct2-5pmDON'Tcome. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;cuteclownfish.-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;pjc open house 20th oct.PLS DO NOT COME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha how was your promos&lt;br /&gt;cuteclownfish.-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pjc open house 20th oct.PLS DO NOT COME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;take back results le ma?&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie  nyjcopenhouse13oct2-5pmDON'Tcome. says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie  nyjcopenhouse13oct2-5pmDON'Tcome. says:&lt;br /&gt;they gonna give everything back on mon&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie  nyjcopenhouse13oct2-5pmDON'Tcome. says:&lt;br /&gt;everything!&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jie  nyjcopenhouse13oct2-5pmDON'Tcome. says:&lt;br /&gt;the mother of bombs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underlying conclusion: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JC sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116066410668761032?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116066410668761032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116066410668761032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116066410668761032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116066410668761032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/10/jia-jie-nyjcopenhouse13oct2.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-116057993130019500</id><published>2006-10-11T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:18:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm stuck, sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116057993130019500?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116057993130019500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116057993130019500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116057993130019500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116057993130019500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-stuck-sadly.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-116057921449890278</id><published>2006-10-11T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:06:54.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AN UNEXPECTED LETTER REACHED ME A FEW DAYS AGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M CON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think i need a break from everything to sit down and serious consider about it. i guess i need some smart people to help me with it. as mr hou said, Life So Sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the review thingy is helping me alot and i shall continue to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to yuxuan house today to chat and learnt some IT stuffs from him. haha his bro resembles him so much -as LJ as him- but funny la. met up with xavier earlier on to get some stuffs from kovan. as usual we talked about our new discoveries and people around us are interested in our conversation. hmm.. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, thank you fangli for helping me to get the thingy. hope it can come into good use. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'aim for the moon because even if you miss, you can hit the stars.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-116057921449890278?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/116057921449890278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=116057921449890278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116057921449890278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/116057921449890278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/10/unexpected-letter-reached-me-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115980991649774345</id><published>2006-10-02T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T01:37:45.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE LAST PAPER on wed!!! wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for all the actions after wed. malaysia field trip guaranteed with smuggling of wriggleys, sleep-overs with likai, some marathon and alot more. not forgetting the important mission to help yx get the girl. dun worry bro, the army and various resources are ready, we just need a plan. an advisor will be coming to aid us. he is a veteran with years of experiences and he has fought battles on many fronts with harsh conditions. recently, he just earned one additional honour medal. haha! cant wait cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been quite happy these days cuz strangers around me suudenly became very very friendly and i had made loads of new friends with my neighbours and other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but promos shit pulls my whole damn mood down every single morning. maybe it is better return to my former self, play during lessons and mug one week before the exam instead of constant work. i have damn bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for some game now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i forgot to mention about my econs paper today. two words. fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the best way to fall asleep is to try and stay awake."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115980991649774345?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115980991649774345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115980991649774345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115980991649774345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115980991649774345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-last-paper-on-wed-wooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115955414576769445</id><published>2006-09-30T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:26:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>officially murdered by chem paper 2. my graph was like a worm when it is supposed to be a straight line. my god what happened man. chemistry is gone. GP paper 2 talked about marriages and pregnancy. the AQ and summary, gone too. chinese paper two was tough, but should be able to pass. i finished the paper half an hour earlier and went to the backstage of the hall to chat with Mr hou before returning back to the hall. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS... how i wish i can burn my answer scripts and not even let my teacher see what i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little consolation, i find physical geog quite easy. except the fact i screwed up one whole essay question on mass movement. i think i should be able to get a C. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with yuxuan quite alot of times in a week. lol. we are going to launch some big big plan soon... after my promos. haha. lets put all our years of experience in tactical plannings and execution into good use, bloody joker haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with xavier just now and went to check out some magic stuffs. we found a super funny and cute game in suntec arcade which you have to jump up continuously and quickly. we were trying to figure out how it works, when the girls playing some dancing game beside us started laughing and the guy who works there came and laughed at us too. well.... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night i watched saving private ryan, a near 3hrs WW2 show which is so touching and enlightening but extremely violent. watch till 3.30am and rushed to sleep. couldnt much concentrate when doing the papers in the morning. so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep now! but i'm teaching my cousin how to play minesweeper on msn. hehe. feels so good to trash him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115955414576769445?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115955414576769445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115955414576769445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115955414576769445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115955414576769445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/09/officially-murdered-by-chem-paper-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115869038723186999</id><published>2006-09-20T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T02:30:26.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something is really wrong with me recently. i duno how to account for those numerous misplacing of stuffs and screwing up events and things that i do. it was bad yesterday evening when i locked my room and left my keys inside. gosh... i phoned my dad and we worked on the stupid knob for 2 hrs before deciding to smash it off. well it wasnt easy to hammer the whole knob out too so it was another 1hr. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00200.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/320/DSC00200.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is how my door looks like now. knob-less. after all the hitting and drilling, we sort of enjoyed the process and i'm very glad this appears to be a blessing in disguise, as i would regard it as. i seriously dun mind locking up a few more doors for us to work together. haha. oh and he bought a new bike for me. so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, there is a problem with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my appreciations going out to my aunt, whom i met up with last weekend. i was feeling super duper depressed and her advices helped ALOT. hopefully the plan and decision will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel that the big guy up there has something installed for me. strange things have been happening and after much thoughts, i realised that it is just too good to be true. haha. hope that my path can be clearer as time passes by so i know what i'm aiming for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tung hoe: thanks for all the interesting facts and stories you told me. it's really enlightening and i will not hesitate to help kelvin if he needs it. lets carry on to discover wonderful skills in life! you seriously need a rest now after that fierce battle you fought just now. -wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are working for promos, HANG ON. it will be over real soon and we can all enjoy our fieldtrip to KL. till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115869038723186999?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115869038723186999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115869038723186999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115869038723186999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115869038723186999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/09/something-is-really-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115814079975746902</id><published>2006-09-13T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:51:08.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my friend Sean, the crazy one,&lt;br /&gt;helping us carry all our bags.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stressed. sigh. i think i have a plan. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115814079975746902?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115814079975746902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115814079975746902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115814079975746902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115814079975746902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-my-friend-sean-crazy-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115782632762252333</id><published>2006-09-10T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T03:32:18.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;insomnia, game is not working, alcohol effect wearing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh i guess i just need to continue, till i'm dead asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss the times. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i regretted what not done. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish to do something. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if only i have the chance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not for anyone else but you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115782632762252333?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115782632762252333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115782632762252333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115782632762252333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115782632762252333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/09/insomnia-game-is-not-working-alcohol.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115782334772013432</id><published>2006-09-10T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:41:40.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a new layout... =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life sucks. Sch sucks. Everything is so different now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115782334772013432?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115782334772013432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115782334772013432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115782334772013432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115782334772013432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-need-new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115768655293864266</id><published>2006-09-08T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T11:55:47.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Promos creeping up slowly but surely. how exciting is that when you know you cannot make it. my maths teacher is a noob. i'm dead.&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;I have been studying in airport at night and attending make-up lessons in sch during day. hard-core tiring. you know why pjc sucks? because the teacher kept saying that holidays are to be used to the fullest to study, when they are calling us back for lessons as they couldnt finish the topics to be tested for promos in time.&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;went into NJC to study on wednesday. well, not really study... ended up playing soccer and disturbing the canteen aunty there. haha. went to airport at night with ernie and nicolas to study. someone actually brought along the biggest distraction ever, his laptop! thanks ar ernie =X haha. we went around the airport doing stupid things which attracted much attention.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fortunately, all but the police. haha. school next day was a killer.&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;i have got so many plans for post-promos but sigh. so much to be expected of. i'll just go for it and see. at least i tried my best. =)&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;time to study again.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reality struck me once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shit, this isnt suppose to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115768655293864266?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115768655293864266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115768655293864266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115768655293864266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115768655293864266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/09/promos-creeping-up-slowly-but-surely.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115695445603325378</id><published>2006-08-31T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:14:16.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life has been fun in sch. ernie and i discovered a hidden secret today afternoon. haha caught red handed. ok la we promised not to leak out anything so we shall 'try our best'. haha. all the punching games during free periods are fun too, even though we all went home with blue blacks on our arms. haha guess thats the way we de-stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the indian lady security guard is getting on my nerves. i was late for school on monday for a mild asthma attack and got my dad's signature on a letter but she declined it and marked me as late. hello, hope your son go through something similar and see what you gonna do. luckily ms tan was kind enough to let me off. happy teachers' day in advance to you. you are the sweetest form teacher i ever got. enjoy the long holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah! my previous entry mentioned about the PJ guy who met with an accident right. announcement made in school stated that the guy rode a bicycle and crash onto a STATIONARY vehicle. hahahaha! watch out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ernie and i went to eat tutu kueh just now... damn delicious la okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking back on my actions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115695445603325378?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115695445603325378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115695445603325378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115695445603325378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115695445603325378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-has-been-fun-in-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115661057948269230</id><published>2006-08-27T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:56:59.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have you felt helpless? when everything you do just doesnt seem to change for the better, rather than to make it worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after being through much stuffs, i realised that i've been going round and round a screwed up situation which is not favoured by anyone. no matter how screwed it is, it just never fail to get worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i do not wish that these events will affect what i want from myself. for so long, i've kept it and i have no regrets. i think the best person to witness it will be likai. thanks for being there always. i've never been as sure and serious in my whole life than to declare it right here, that whatever i am thinking of and feeling is right and final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i started to think ever since i walked into a shopping mall with some friends of mine and stopped all of a sudden, to listen to the song that was being played over my head. in my heart, yes, thats the theme. i have the same song right here in my laptop but i never wanted to play it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it is the moment. the feeling that you listen to it all of a sudden. thats precious. i dont wanna lose that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even though we cant always have the best of everything, i'll just play my part. as what xavier had told me, we'll just be at our best every single day. and once we are gone, thats when people around us and we ourselves know we had given all our heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the student of PJC who met with the car accident outside sch today morning, whoever you are, may you recover and return back to sch asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm in shit. and you know it.&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/29464891-115661057948269230?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115661057948269230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115661057948269230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115661057948269230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115661057948269230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-you-felt-helpless-when-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115642788846227367</id><published>2006-08-24T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:58:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i serious-farking-ly hate filing. why are we graded for our filing in school? this is damn stupid. do we get to pass our exams if we do real good filing? NO!&lt;br /&gt;complete waste of time and the teachers are chasing after it like as though it can help us score for a levels. ah well, i'll just put in what i can find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115642788846227367?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115642788846227367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115642788846227367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115642788846227367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115642788846227367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-serious-farking-ly-hate-filing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115625960525163365</id><published>2006-08-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:13:25.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe i ran 7km in 32mins during PE just now. actually i intended to try and complete 10km as a training for the army half marathon this sunday but it was seriously tiring. the sun, the track and everything. guess what, i still have a geog essay to complete by tonight. god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my dad has been rather sweet these days. leaving notes on my desk before going to bed. well, lessons have been dragging till like 8pm plus on somedays and when i get home, he is off to bed. thanks for everything, all the honey and diced watermelon etc... sigh i mean, he is a changed person now i can feel it. and it somehow makes me feel stange. i duno whether i should be happy or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit for my enlistment medical checkup tml. hopefully the doc dont emerge with a list of problems with my body. haha and ya, i screwed my econs test, but luckily and finally passed my chem test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything strikes a balance, good and the bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115625960525163365?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115625960525163365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115625960525163365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115625960525163365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115625960525163365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cant-believe-i-ran-7km-in-32mins.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115609062979879445</id><published>2006-08-21T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:17:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey thanks ernie for being there for me. i really had too much to let out. thanks for being such a great friend! sigh. no worries, i'll get things sorted out soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115609062979879445?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115609062979879445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115609062979879445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115609062979879445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115609062979879445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-thanks-ernie-for-being-there-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115565572508663726</id><published>2006-08-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:28:45.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm determined to fulfill my dreams. I will be what i want and i shall work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right ernest. easier said than done. but oh well... gonna try my best. quite stressed up recently. and thanks for the scare yesterday ah bro. i was so amazed that this girl from nyjc knows so much about me. hahaha flourine and sodium. bro, sodium is more reactive than flourine so i think it will be safer for you to use flourine. but not forgetting, you have been experimenting with sodium for years so maybe it may be more comfortable to continue with sodium. hahaha sorry if you do not understand this but it is really interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to chill! somebody throw me a lobang please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115565572508663726?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115565572508663726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115565572508663726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115565572508663726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115565572508663726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-determined-to-fulfill-my-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115544418301999575</id><published>2006-08-13T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T12:43:03.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pls breach the protocol now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was totally crap. my apologies going out to shuwen, xavier and nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls shoot to kill...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115544418301999575?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115544418301999575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115544418301999575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115544418301999575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115544418301999575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/08/pls-breach-protocol-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115531553582759197</id><published>2006-08-12T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:09:31.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countdown to promos guys, sit tight for the ride! sigh i realised that i can never ever balance work and play together and i seriously need a kind soul to enlighten me now. YES NOW. just came home after walking around kovan and punggol with xavier. i remember one saying goes like 'you will find company with someone who is like you' or something like that. well, he is not like me but his situation is like mine. anyway, thanks for all the treats and help. woohoo i enjoyed myself and i guessed ernie does too. thanks xavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us went to NDP on wed together with somebody else, and it was okay okay only. the fireworks are nothing compared to those at the fireworks festival, the parade was weird and the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;performance are quite but not really entertaining. haha. xavier and i got really really high during the singing of national songs and saying the pledge. damn fun la okay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole group of us went to eat together after the parade. after which me and ernie found this park with interesting statue to post with&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. our hp then snapped away. haha. we seriously laughed our head off trying to do funny shits to the statues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was the supper time or rather, beer time. haha. it was really nice as we seemed to know each other better when &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00087.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00087.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everyone starts to say a little about their problems. i had the most problems i think. hahaha. we started laughing like crazy monkeys over small matters like pronouncing straw to slaw or something like that.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was the sleeping over at xavier's place. woke up the next day feeling more depressed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towned with likai that night and saw our dream car. i need to study now! argh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115531553582759197?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115531553582759197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115531553582759197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115531553582759197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115531553582759197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/08/countdown-to-promos-guys-sit-tight-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115486981071559367</id><published>2006-08-06T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:10:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohooo WHO WANNA WATCH FIREWORKS THIS TUES? i have a good good place for my friends who want. free of charge and not crowded at all. haha. sms me if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch the first round of fireworks display yesterday and man it was just beyond words description. haha. B E A Utiful. but the whole esplanade was so damn crowded can. it's worse than ant's nest seriously. after yesterday, i learnt from my lesson and went to ask for help. now i got a realy good place to view fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to it on tues. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115486981071559367?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115486981071559367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115486981071559367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115486981071559367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115486981071559367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/08/woohooo-who-wanna-watch-fireworks-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115475376785216325</id><published>2006-08-05T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:56:08.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/1156054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/1156054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the lakehouse yesterday night. the show was wonderful though a little confusing here and there but it all made sense in the end. the whole show kind of fit into a relationship that i know of. haha. but the real life one was sad. MUST watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was quite fun and i seem to get involved with loads of relationship thingy lately. sean kind of settle down with this hot girl from hockey, nicholas calls me almost everyday to talk about his babe searching program, yuxuan promised to treat me sakae sushi if i help him get his girl who is from vjc, xavier's recent break up with his 3yrs gf etc. haha. this should be it, the transition stage of teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress is piling up like nobody's business. promos coming, the week after national day are packed with tests, and i know shit about geog! i'm so dead now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i had a wonderful dinner with ernie on moday. we ate the famous bbq stingray, carrot cake, sambal kangkong and TEH PENG! we had problems walking home after the dinner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah shit i still cant find a top for the family photo-taking tml. i better go hunt for it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115475376785216325?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115475376785216325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115475376785216325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115475376785216325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115475376785216325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-watched-lakehouse-yesterday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115402114260086929</id><published>2006-07-28T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:30:07.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An update after so long. Tonnes of stuffs happened during this period which obviously include the disastrous mid year results. damn i'm so demoralised. but whatever it is, we have about 2 months left to fight another war so lets buck up. i'm "&lt;em&gt;so happy"&lt;/em&gt; i won the guy who got lowest in maths BY 3 TIMES!!! yeah man he got 1/50 and i got 3/50. =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to dread going school every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught up with likai in town like finally. time to spend big bucks getting gadgets again huh. oh anyway he already bought that ipod nano. haha. nvm i shall get it soon too. we had loads of jokes while strolling from hereen to wheelock place. classics oooo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he is really a bad camera man. spoiled the intended effect of this pic. anyway, really had fun, especially on the bus home. hey remember the hcjc girl on the bridge huh huh? haha! rock on dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/200/DSC00050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some highlights about my classmates. introducing sean and ernie. some kind of prize presentation thingy. haha. see the aftermath of sad exam results. people do go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey xavier bro, hope your choice of giving up cutegoldfish and accepting the new guppy into your aquarium will not be a future regret. haha. need my help, anytime. hope your cutegoldfish can find the way to survival back in nature once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh things hasnt been going quite well for me recently once again. the past has found its way into my mind again. my attitude of 'maybe it is a blessing in disguise' trick will not be effective no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly couldnt remember all the stuffs that i wanted to blog. stml getting worse everyday. some short points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fok: see you at ndp with whoever-it-is. lol.&lt;br /&gt;likai: YOU ASS. forgot to update me about the impt meeting and when to go california fitness for training.&lt;br /&gt;sy: thanks for the help yesterday night. i really panicked.&lt;br /&gt;enoch ernie and sean: you guys ROCK okay.&lt;br /&gt;yuxuan: our camp has yet to be fixed. wed night thingy huh huh remember?&lt;br /&gt;eilania: GET WELL SOON! and pls be careful do not fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115402114260086929?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115402114260086929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115402114260086929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115402114260086929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115402114260086929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/07/update-after-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115246744773689134</id><published>2006-07-10T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:50:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people, this video clip is rather entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4RpxEbY6PI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4RpxEbY6PI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh Out LOUD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115246744773689134?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115246744773689134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115246744773689134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115246744773689134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115246744773689134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-people-this-video-clip-is-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115109756306568778</id><published>2006-06-24T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T05:42:46.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An Interesting Encounter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH! I couldnt get to sleep despite countless effort. Too used to being nocturnal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you this interesting encounter with a malaysian in the airport a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and I were in the airport when we spotted a guy who has this special ability to sleep in the same position from night till morning. We had our attention fixed on him when we saw him time and again sleeping at the same seat, same position and same stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00026.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/320/DSC00026.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, we were extremely bored and we agreed to go chat with him. I approached and tapped him on his shoulder repeatedly till he woke up. I asked if he was alright as i've seen him for so many nights in the airport. He then told me that he came to singapore with a reason, that is to help some charity organisation. How to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has an INVENTION to sell!!! He hoped that by providing his invention, a portable lamp (which he claimed to be able to light for a long time), the people in the charity can get it patented, mass produce it and the revenue goes to the people under the charity. But apparently, no one accepted his idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then offered to share with me his invention. After spending much time removing the locks from his luguage, he took out a cylinder shaped thingy wrapped within layers of newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to hold back my laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/320/DSC00029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An oil lamp filled with palm oil, covered with a sheet metal cut out from the coke can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went about explaining how it works and how good it is to have one. But all my concentration were placed on laughter control. Finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/1600/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5227/1046/320/DSC00030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man And His Invention...&lt;br /&gt;Isnt he cute? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, his effort and kindness deserve some applause. It is hard to find kind and mindful young people like this gentleman. He could have succeeded if he is able to find out earlier, that we do not use oil lamps anymore... haha.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115109756306568778?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115109756306568778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115109756306568778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115109756306568778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115109756306568778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/06/interesting-encounter-sigh-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115076453872914439</id><published>2006-06-20T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:54:34.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm super tired now but come online to download some stuffs as well as to blog while i'm waiting. I have been studying in the airport almost everyday for the last two weeks and this will carry on till school reopen. The only thing special about my study schedule is that it is at night. Yes, i study in the airport at night till the sun rises in the morning! Crazy as it may seem but it is really productive. I'm now worrying about how to tune back my body clock for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone happen to be in the airport after 11pm, drop by T2 BK to say hi to me okay? haha. time to sleep... a nice cold rainy morning... =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115076453872914439?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115076453872914439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115076453872914439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115076453872914439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115076453872914439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-super-tired-now-but-come-online-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115071837325218126</id><published>2006-06-19T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:59:33.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blogskin is so gay. shall change it soon when i have time to find a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115071837325218126?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115071837325218126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115071837325218126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115071837325218126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115071837325218126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-blogskin-is-so-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115057659282032778</id><published>2006-06-18T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T05:18:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo good morning. I'm happy to announce the opening of this brand new blog in which i promise to update as freqently as in can. Try la ok. Anyway, i just watched the clip about this helpless girl being assaulted by some 'ah lians' at a staircase landing. I'm currently feeling extremely upset by the acts of those 'ah lians', and at the same time, reflecting on the selfishness of typical neighbours, who does not bother about the danger of others but rather, of oneself. Hope that this poor victim can turn to the police for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i would like to congratulate myself as i've finally settled down with my style of studying. Meaning i've found my own way of studying in which i can fully utilise my time. I'll try my best to fight for my mid-year exam 'war'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of unfortunate events actually took place during the time i was missing-in-action. My thanks going out to those people who were concerned about me and also to those who helped me through this tough situation of my life. A big  THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i sign off, my appreciation going out to my great classmates for the chalet last wednesday, even though it wasn't very successful. And i managed to hold 4 tickets for this year's National Day Parade. Anyone who is interested or want to enjoy those fireworks in the national stadium, feel free to approach me. =) Thats all for today's entry. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115057659282032778?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115057659282032778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115057659282032778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115057659282032778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115057659282032778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/06/yo-good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29464891.post-115054110636028221</id><published>2006-06-17T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:45:06.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a testing post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29464891-115054110636028221?l=untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/feeds/115054110636028221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29464891&amp;postID=115054110636028221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115054110636028221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29464891/posts/default/115054110636028221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitled-brokentrack.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-testing-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Preston</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
