<?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-25184199</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:08:31.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-116149090450677769</id><published>2006-10-22T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:21:44.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/qq690i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/qq690i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning Blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;Gwen says hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's gonna be a swell. Because i'm alone and going out soon, alone. And it's going to be fun because i'm a solitary person. It would be however nice to meet up with people today. If you're reading this, i'm enjoying myself. Friday, Saturday now Sunday. Whats the deal, i should be numb by now. Not that its really anyone's fault, but i wish it was mine. Then i can get angry reasonably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen went on a food rampage today, the fridge was badly empty. The fridge can't be empty. Oh wait, i think it can. Thats how people die when they stay at home dont they. This is a good answer, no wonder i'm going out alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, the mouse just screwed up. MOUSE. It'll be fine after a couple of knocks. Yesterday felt like Halloween already. Its probably so if you hang out with Stacy. I just need to throw on some of her clothes for the party. Anyway, Yanyi got her clothes. I am so totally undone with mine, infact i haven't begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a killer, i haven't posted something this long in like a zillion years. I hope i dont bore you to sleep, its bad falling asleep infront of Technologies, considering the countless cancers you may get due to radiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;psst, i'm striking off tagboard. i'll feel lonely, wow that sounds like a loser. nah, its my blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-116149090450677769?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/116149090450677769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=116149090450677769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/116149090450677769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/116149090450677769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/10/morning-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-116131715145373175</id><published>2006-10-20T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:05:51.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/accessories-01-tull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/accessories-01-tull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know something bad is going to happen, does trying to prevent it from happening really help? Or does the bad thing happen because you tried to prevent it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-116131715145373175?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/116131715145373175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=116131715145373175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/116131715145373175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/116131715145373175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-you-know-something-bad-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-116105957506744417</id><published>2006-10-17T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:32:55.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Image032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Image032.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am part of the 11% in the world whose a left hander.&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC01092.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11% of the people in the world are left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC01079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/advice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/advice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do not feel the thrill, i guess i must be crazy. I thought now i could do the things i want, but i'm not doing anything at all. But i'm glad its over, i think i dont feel the pressure anymore. I dont know what to do with my life now. There was abit of a food feast during the mugging period. And i should start counting my blessings before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00358.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC01079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Post's a garbled mess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-116105957506744417?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/116105957506744417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=116105957506744417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/116105957506744417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/116105957506744417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-part-of-11-in-world-whose-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-116026690642189546</id><published>2006-10-08T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T08:21:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLOG ON HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-116026690642189546?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/116026690642189546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=116026690642189546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/116026690642189546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/116026690642189546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115950892829488366</id><published>2006-09-29T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T13:48:48.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/barbrawl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/barbrawl.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be a day, every year-- a new holiday: Tell Them Day. A day when we all, together, gather Braveness in our hands and Run to those we love silently, and Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of horror, and i'm finally released. I think its tough, i'm glad i'm taking the easy way out even though it is not suppose so be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking my bad habits to grave. I'm taking my ugly thoughts to grave as well. Its Friday and its the weekends and i'm going to enjoy myself; studying. Take care yall and hope you die from exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115950892829488366?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115950892829488366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115950892829488366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115950892829488366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115950892829488366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-should-be-day-every-year-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115900991264443026</id><published>2006-09-23T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:11:52.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/bangkok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/bangkok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go to Jurong Birdpark. It kinda sound childish right now considering i'm 14 going on 15 but i would really love to go. I hope it wont be as smelly as the zoo. I want to drop by St John's Island too. There's so much things left to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was nice to be left alone today, truthfully speaking. I had my self for the entire day. And its good to know that Yanyi Jasmine Charmaine and Audrey made it to the next round of Dance Floor. Weirdly i still think i got off on a bad start today. Still, what a day. Its Saturday and its only 7pm. Save my guts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115900991264443026?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115900991264443026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115900991264443026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115900991264443026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115900991264443026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-go-to-jurong-birdpark.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115890760980034135</id><published>2006-09-22T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:51:17.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/madrid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/madrid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to blog but i'm wanted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'll spare a little. Sometimes have you ever felt like crying and instead the heaven cried. Or you felt like pouring it out but instead you shut your eyes tight. Wanting to sleep but stayed up the whole night. Sometimes we never do the things we wanted to do. And sometimes you want something to happen but it never happens. I feel like i've got a riot going on in my head. I think i'm gonna have word vomit soon. When she said of course she wanted to score better, i felt sick. I never wanted that to happen, what else would be better than just being lost in your own world. But she spoke and it made me hassled. I felt (censored) up, oh god this sucks. And the old one has got to say its like Singapore idol. Wt(censored), i dont want all these. And then all i want was to yell and kick chairs and topple tables. I wanted to be alone but everyone was around, everyone just kept talking and it made me feel like shitting. They're nice they're caring but all i wanted was to get away and for god knows what reason - i felt like walking really fast. Okay i dont really want to be alone, i just wanted someone who would just walk beside me and shut up. Omg please tie my itchy fingers up.&lt;br /&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/6980/411/320/Untitled.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115890760980034135?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115890760980034135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115890760980034135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115890760980034135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115890760980034135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-about-to-blog-but-im-wanted-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115824056471386141</id><published>2006-09-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:36:01.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/festival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Homies,&lt;br /&gt;I used to be pretty lucky where everyone's alright and all my friends were safe. Recently things changed. Sex drugs and abortions felt so real. It was no longer the way it used to be, far off in some foreign land. Kinda eerie how things could turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are falling into voids faster than any hand could catch them, and when they finally realize, they're already pit bottom. This is the way things work, people are denying yet everyone knows its true. Let me just hope that they will never feel abandoned, that's what matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, very soon. It might be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress on Resolutions: I've begun nibbling my lips instead. SC room is fully cleaned up and books are properly packed. Pluses are not working, i've been making bread for snack. Chinese is rotten. Stopped lying to Yanyi. So thats two and a half out of six accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115824056471386141?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115824056471386141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115824056471386141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115824056471386141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115824056471386141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-homies-i-used-to-be-pretty-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115805400703167701</id><published>2006-09-12T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T09:19:04.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/hollywood-09-urban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/hollywood-09-urban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Chung said "&lt;em&gt;oh noo, of course we're going to have a SS final year paper&lt;/em&gt;". I swear i saw an evil glint in her eye when she said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Sec2s are really a pain in the ass. I was thinking of chopping off their tongues for almost two hours today. Such pricks should not be allowed in school. They instead, must be home schooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chemistry lesson. This is a stupid girl abusing the privilege given to her. This is her getting really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two choices. Continue blogging or listen to Xinmin.&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye World Wide Web, 0909.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115805400703167701?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115805400703167701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115805400703167701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115805400703167701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115805400703167701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/mrs-chung-said-oh-noo-of-course-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115789192078695072</id><published>2006-09-10T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:38:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/accessory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/accessory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i just screwed my fringe left right center due to itchy hands. I never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in like tomorrow, i hope my internal body clock's working because brain's dysfunctional, like gene mutation. Caffeine has no effect on me, i still sleep like a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new school term resolution, here goes&lt;br /&gt;Stop freaking out during Chinese tests &lt;em&gt;its still gonna be hopeless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit nibbling on nails  &lt;em&gt;highly doubt it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy food for class snacking  &lt;em&gt;remember budget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean up SC room  &lt;em&gt;make sure Amir helps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encourage Yanyi  &lt;em&gt;got to continue lying like its okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think &lt;strong&gt;PLUS &lt;/strong&gt;substantially&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115789192078695072?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115789192078695072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115789192078695072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115789192078695072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115789192078695072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-i-just-screwed-my-fringe-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115752460779653593</id><published>2006-09-06T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:36:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC01053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC01053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vanessa and Guanyu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Gwen"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Gwen%27s%20Latte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gwen's Latte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030291.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I call this goldfish &lt;strong&gt;Courage&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/relaxation-hammock.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/relaxation-hammock.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anxiety gives piority to anticipation of threatening events&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;State anxiety is an emotional reaction to anticipate uncertain aversive stimuli and that trait anxiety is the individual's proneness to percieve potential harm, which leads to state anxiety. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The world is going to end and i'm going to die tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Goodbye World Wide Web&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115752460779653593?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115752460779653593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115752460779653593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115752460779653593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115752460779653593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/vanessa-and-guanyu-gwens-latte-i-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115746216046925760</id><published>2006-09-05T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:20:17.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world wide web,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning has been a torture having to sit through 2 hours of Chem. and 2 hours of Amath. straight after. There's 5 people living in my house but 2 are leaving soon. One of them won't make much of an impact, the monitor screen has flickered Tiger Airways once too many times. The other, well i would just say its somewhat like a infactuation. Okay whatever, i'm talking rots. This indian guy below my flat thinks he can find gold up his nostrils, simply gross. On the contrary, i've had an awesome day studying (ironically) and feasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra's party is in two days, i've ran out of ideas. I hope Bodyshop would be a good one. Nic's party's coming up some time this week too if i'm not wrong. Not to forget Darren's. I take back my words for saying that i've got nothing to do during the holidays. It is a hell lot more than i had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/cor-13-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/cor-13-60.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;Cafe Cartel yesterday was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;#1 My bill came before my latte&lt;br /&gt;#2 There's always only the ends of the baguettes left&lt;br /&gt;#3 The cheese is only 1/10 of the container&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world wide web.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115746216046925760?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115746216046925760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115746216046925760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115746216046925760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115746216046925760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-world-wide-web-this-morning-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115729539774138246</id><published>2006-09-03T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:56:42.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to the ol' days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/25-24th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/25-24th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most good looking guys come in lousy packages. You're asking for the impossible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inspiration seems to have ran away. It always happens at the wrong place, like when i'm pooping or something. Just because of my STM, i cant type anything down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Backtracking to yesterday, i've been feasting on carbs. And only carbs. After another 3 pounds, no more Slim Shady. I'll be Missy Elliot. Which is also pretty funky, kinda think of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115729539774138246?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115729539774138246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115729539774138246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115729539774138246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115729539774138246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/amanda-back-to-ol-days-most-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115716611716186352</id><published>2006-09-02T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:02:01.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Missing alot of talking action for the past few days. It feels like the tornado just went pass, the past week was a mess and now's chaos. 9 days of holidays with nothing really planned. Feel like i'm going to waste my entire holiday. 1st ring, 4th ring, 8th ring. Not picking up, whats wrong with the bloody world. Now i want to hibernate, but its peachy saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peichun was very much the same except for the new wing. Figured i've changed so much, from this cheena basketballer to a slight ahlian during my 1st year and now Gwen. I'm like having a different personality for every year. You know, i've regretted coming into Peirce. But think about it, i wouldn't be the way i am now if it wasn't for this school. Maybe i'll turn out like some fugly ahlian if i'm in peicai, or some dumb bimbo somewhere else. With much to say, my mind blanked out for a moment, so goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115716611716186352?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115716611716186352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115716611716186352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115716611716186352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115716611716186352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/missing-alot-of-talking-action-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115716450830850106</id><published>2006-09-02T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T10:35:08.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC01049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC01049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC01048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC01048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pictures you requested for (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115716450830850106?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115716450830850106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115716450830850106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115716450830850106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115716450830850106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-you-requested-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115708155749385620</id><published>2006-09-01T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:32:37.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalala okay while everyone's out celebrating the start of holidays, I'm stuck at home cos of the rain. :( Teachers' Day celebration was cool, probably one of the grand-est throughout these years. Dance performance was so gooood. :D Okay not bragging but I saw the video which Jingo took for us, we were kinda neat and SHARP! Tabitha and band were good as well! Tabi's voice was so sweet throughout the song. :) Hahaha yay! Ah okay I'm so happy. This is the last performance of the year and I can finally [ maybe ] wash my hands off dance stuff. It's been so frustrating. And I bet Gwen's the happiest duck on earth now, haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gwen the Duck came yesterday for sleepover. :D We talked so much cock. Haha really, we talked, switched off the lights, switched it on again cos we couldn't see each other, switched it off and continued to crap. Hahah! She was telling me stuff which were so so funny but I shan't reveal, I think it's one of her darkest secrets lah. Right, Gwen? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Huina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115708155749385620?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115708155749385620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115708155749385620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115708155749385620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115708155749385620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/09/lalala-okay-while-everyones-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115702768021558107</id><published>2006-08-31T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:34:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030242-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030242-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030275.jpg" border="0" /&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/6980/411/320/P1030271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4th floor Peichun's tennis court&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115702768021558107?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115702768021558107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115702768021558107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115702768021558107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115702768021558107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/4th-floor-peichuns-tennis-court.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115677381087701897</id><published>2006-08-28T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:03:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC01026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC01026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC01024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC01024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been busy busy busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115677381087701897?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115677381087701897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115677381087701897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115677381087701897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115677381087701897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-has-been-busy-busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115659314726848166</id><published>2006-08-26T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:52:29.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there people, please practise random acts of kindness and senseless beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waters off the coast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meet the food at New York New York&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mango and Frozen Strawberry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030186-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Huina's uber belated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030149-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030117-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Old Changi Hospital &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Travis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday was super &lt;strong&gt;tai tai&lt;/strong&gt;. Huina, i'm sorry for being stupid. Now did i realize. Studying didn't even work out and i had to get lost in Little India. Now i'm stuck home, alone, starving. Everyone's out for dinner, Darren's playing basketball and Gwen is mourning over the loss of her house keys. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People always look at the bad side of things, and tomorrow will be a worser day. People are eating too much, the others dont have any food. People are studying too hard, there is too much competition. People are greedy, the poor becomes poorer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115659314726848166?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115659314726848166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115659314726848166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115659314726848166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115659314726848166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-there-people-please-practise.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115641892974156188</id><published>2006-08-24T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T19:55:36.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC01004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC01004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The shot that almost got me into trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Broken Guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's twice my age and it snapped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were yesterdays because blogger screwed up last night. Life's unlike a rehearsel, we've only got one chance right? So why am i stuck home on a Thursday night falling asleep on the sofa like a couch potato. Yes i'm using the computer now hoping that this is better then the sofa. My days from tomorrow onwards till Thursday are going to be so packed i'm going to be needing a secretary. With the Little India trip, the NAFA, reheasels, paintings, teacher's day, not to mention my Biology test. With little help, someone's going to do all of these with me so i wont feel like a bloody loner. My stomach's going on a hunger strike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115641892974156188?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115641892974156188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115641892974156188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115641892974156188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115641892974156188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/shot-that-almost-got-me-into-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115624532083701417</id><published>2006-08-22T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T19:15:20.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lets see, we both rush down to buy cloth for the backdrop but ended up visting Renzhi since it was on the way. He's going to be discharge tomorrow and its back to school with tonnes of tests. Anyway i found out that Mr Ang came down to the hospitable to teach Renzhi Trigonometry. That's like, the nicest thing ever. Yeah, i hereby finally decide to admit Mr Ang's pretty nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes people stray away from one another, and the only reason holding them together is because they dont want to let this friendship go to waste. But its already wasted, and the only reason they want to go out with each other is to feel wanted again. Its a fact, its happening everywhere. Its only that people never seem to notice. And when they try too hard to please one another, they become hypocrites unintentionally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC01003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC01003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Xinmin at Little India &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC01002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC01002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Renzhi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The kid whose beautiful, lovely and autistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Kiddy Chair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The awful bed that Renzhi has to bear for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115624532083701417?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115624532083701417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115624532083701417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115624532083701417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115624532083701417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-see-we-both-rush-down-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115616626959410993</id><published>2006-08-21T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:17:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; studdy wuddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you can run but dont even think about hiding! lalalala.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030070.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at MC, kukuhead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy today, i found out i've grown to 162cm. From the last time i took which was 158.9, last term. Tell me it's super cool! I'm finally taller. LALALALALA. Maybe i'm trying a little too  hard, perhaps i should forget it eh. I'm talking rubbish, its like majoy rojak. This week there's only one test, lucky 3E1. 3E2 and 3E3 have a couple. MUAHAHAHAH. Marisse ought to study hard because she's capable of doing so and she's has nice friends around, like me for instance. I'm getting tired and drowzy alr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115616626959410993?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115616626959410993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115616626959410993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115616626959410993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115616626959410993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/studdy-wuddy-you-can-run-but-dont-even_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115604431985235460</id><published>2006-08-20T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T11:31:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00993.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00993.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were really good, you know what Marisse. Thank god we went esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00995.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00995.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And look at this old uncle boogie woogie! man his good at 61. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Peetours%201029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Peetours%201029.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 8 years left us with the funniest memories, we were sooooo weird back then. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk. Nice book, never read a book like the way this author wrote his. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;' There are much worse things than finding your wife and child dead. You can watch the world do it. You can watch your wife grow old and bored. You can watch your kid discover everything in the world you tried to save them from. Drugs , divorce, conformity, disease. All the nice clean books, music, television. Distraction. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S i need to study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115604431985235460?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115604431985235460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115604431985235460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115604431985235460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115604431985235460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/they-were-really-good-you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115598116816144754</id><published>2006-08-19T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:52:48.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00992.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00992.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday Marisse and i head down to beeeeaaautifoool Bali Lane. Had a wonderful dinner, heard some amazing music, saw some cool people. It was already 10, nothing much in shops to see. So what else, we're going today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was always smiling, she was sych a happy person. Always enthusiastic and endlessly curious. It was infectious and being with her always made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yooozers, i'm heading out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115598116816144754?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115598116816144754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115598116816144754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115598116816144754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115598116816144754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-marisse-and-i-head-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115590384817304717</id><published>2006-08-18T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:24:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is suppose to be teachers' day rehearsel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was supposed to be &lt;em&gt;10&lt;/em&gt; times much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its &lt;strong&gt;past&lt;/strong&gt; tense since the day's already ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, i think i &lt;u&gt;flunked&lt;/u&gt; the test i've been studying so hard for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; buses home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, uncle's being carried away to &lt;u&gt;mandai&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed the &lt;strong&gt;funeral&lt;/strong&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;the beans and corns in my fruit salad taste &lt;em&gt;awful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you made all these go away when you say to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ph you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115590384817304717?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115590384817304717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115590384817304717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115590384817304717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115590384817304717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-suppose-to-be-teachers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115573717353079739</id><published>2006-08-16T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:06:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Multiply it by infinity, take it to the depths of forever and you'll still only have a glimpse of how much (BEEP). What ever you may wish to fill in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to bother, today's horrible. Perhaps leaving most of the stuff to the rest of you guys will be a much better idea, and i'm sorry about my yells towards you. Shouldn't have done it. And i'm sorry to you again for saying i wanted to wash my hands off Teachers' day. (Amir)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115573717353079739?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115573717353079739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115573717353079739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115573717353079739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115573717353079739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/multiply-it-by-infinity-take-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115565016800936518</id><published>2006-08-15T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:00:01.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are artsey enough, you'll see a smiley on both sides. Anyway, this is how Peirce bores your life out. Excluding the friends though. But, Peirce is a lovely place because there are forever beatiful stars up above at night. Besides, you dont always get to lie in an open field with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S the stars aint a recent thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i found out,&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Usually one meal a day&lt;br /&gt;Gwen: Never stops eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr Li Hai Rong lao shi (wo bu hui xie ni de ming),&lt;br /&gt;one sentence in chinese + a chunk of english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00987.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00987.1.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;I think Daphne got bored during the Chinese test. She did it for me, weird but still sweet! Lets see, &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;- Chemistry test, &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;- English and Emaths test, &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;- Physics and Amaths test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115565016800936518?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115565016800936518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115565016800936518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115565016800936518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115565016800936518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-you-are-artsey-enough-youll-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115556499368126614</id><published>2006-08-14T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:16:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at what Tracy sent to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------SEPTEMBER BABY --------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ---------------NOVEMBER BABY -------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115556499368126614?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115556499368126614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115556499368126614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115556499368126614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115556499368126614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-at-what-tracy-sent-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115548248586719246</id><published>2006-08-13T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:21:25.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1030020-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1030020-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fireworks was beautiful, much better than National Day. Which is quite a sad case for Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain why I feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you would come my way.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what so special about you,&lt;br /&gt;That made me fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that cute face of yours&lt;br /&gt;Your smiles and ways, yes of course.&lt;br /&gt;If this is what I feel for you,&lt;br /&gt;Can you blame me if I have fallen,&lt;br /&gt;crazy in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115548248586719246?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115548248586719246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115548248586719246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115548248586719246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115548248586719246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/fireworks-was-beautiful-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115514117988511939</id><published>2006-08-10T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:32:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1020930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1020930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How like the winder hath my absense been&lt;br /&gt;From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year&lt;br /&gt;What freezings have i felt, what dark days seen&lt;br /&gt;What old December's bareness everywhere&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare Sonnet XCVII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The works of fire from Marina together with a group of noisy people and a couple of cockroaches. It was fun, feels great being there. Atmosphere and the little children running around. Firecrackers and sparkles. Rubbish floating aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/P1020906%20-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1020906%20-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Cassandra, Kuangyu, Karhao, Yours truly, Christopherson, Yanyi, Wilson, Nicole, Wenting and Half the WORLD MISSING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk through and fro was strenous exhausting grueling and whatever other word. Sweaty, smelly, stinky, part scary part fun. Mostly 'i wish i could catch a cab'.&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel and Kenneth's, the day before. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115514117988511939?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115514117988511939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115514117988511939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115514117988511939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115514117988511939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-like-winder-hath-my-absense-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115495941436519035</id><published>2006-08-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:03:34.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00972.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00972.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was food feast. Food food and more food. Peifen knows how much i eat, Yunhan too. Unbelievable, perhaps from the lack of seeing someone. Hookay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter-disciplinary Project Work was 'elevating' again, as usual. But we did get some pretty cool stuff from the soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the tree whose soil from under we took. Looks appetizing isnt it. Like some lonely apple tree. :D I sound sadistic but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cereal&lt;br /&gt;2) Granola Bars [2]&lt;br /&gt;3) Potatoe Chips [Doritos]&lt;br /&gt;4) Rice&lt;br /&gt;5) Fish crackers&lt;br /&gt;6) Chicken wings [6]&lt;br /&gt;7) Ice kachang&lt;br /&gt;8) Noodles [Ban mian] &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00974.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00974.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the spot where we dug out the soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave litter in there already, the date of taking this picture was due a couple of weeks to go. But i got a couple of lazy legs and fingers to thank for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aikcheng almost got me into trouble when i gave her the answers for the Biology test. Silly ass, mad dawg! Mdm Yeong could have killed me again! This time i'll be dead for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00975.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00975.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Letter dance across the page&lt;br /&gt;Sweet words, orange and pinkish hue&lt;br /&gt;Joyful in their Godly praise&lt;br /&gt;Sunset becomes brilliant blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the tree, i took the sunset. I got really bored waiting for Peifen. The meadow was chilly, the sun not providing much warmth. And infront of me, a vast open field of wild grass. Its weird but i felt so peaceful, like i was alone. Okay i was alone, but like alone alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00962.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Springtail i think. Whatever it is, its really small. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S this is looking through a microscope. manage to take with my camera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woodlouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forgot what it's called. Whatever, it looks weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115495941436519035?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115495941436519035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115495941436519035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115495941436519035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115495941436519035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-food-feast.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115487300815033740</id><published>2006-08-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:03:28.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Meet Nicole's shades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Meet Walter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Meet Amanda's Glasses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Cappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Cappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Meet Annabelle Grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I suck at Chemistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Biology test is due tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I'm mad about Darren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Darren's crazy over me :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I'm going to miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115487300815033740?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115487300815033740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115487300815033740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115487300815033740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115487300815033740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/meet-nicoles-shades-meet-walter-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115478465512728106</id><published>2006-08-05T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T21:30:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its funny how it starts, just how it all begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In giving love you feel a better man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the gift is what you get, by giving more than what you recieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you're learning fast that maybe this is how you'll be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause in taking everything you lost, the air you need to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in giving it away, you found the precious thing you seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its funny how she smiles, how grateful she is now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how that touches me deep in my heart somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet the mirror laughs at me when i forget myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i complain about, this hand i got dealt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Blue's Gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fell asleep on the bus, was so worn out. Missed the stop, walk a little more. Got home wanted to take a break, but look at what i'm doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its Saturday, wouldn't be spending all night home. Go to the movies, catch a midnight show. Enjoy the night through, because tomorrow might not be a better day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115478465512728106?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115478465512728106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115478465512728106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115478465512728106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115478465512728106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-funny-how-it-starts-just-how-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115470652339700691</id><published>2006-08-04T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:48:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, i could finally log in. Something crap up somewhere with blogger. Anyway, it's FRIDAY! Tried bringing my mom shopping but she is a hellava fussy lady. We walked pratically the whole of Paragon and Shaw but she couldn't find anything she really likes. Maybe i should take up fashion designing and probably design clothes for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at what happened today. Results of the first half hour of Geography the teacher spent trying to open powerpoint.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Huina%20and%20Gwen%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, Huina's wonderful masterpiece :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and look what happened to our poor Amir, went barmy over wanting to be Banana Man.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signed, sealed and delivered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115470652339700691?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115470652339700691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115470652339700691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115470652339700691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115470652339700691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow-i-could-finally-log-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115452301237715088</id><published>2006-08-02T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:50:12.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so horrifying, i didn't bring my usual food to school. All my granola bars and my mints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Without%20Me.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Without%20Me.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiley smiley smiley. Not crazy just mad. Not barmy just silly. I'm learning to love in a whole new way, and its working! I'm loving just as much, loving like nuts. I'm nonsense-sing not making much logic here. But hooooooo am i amazing! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i smell durian, :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115452301237715088?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115452301237715088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115452301237715088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115452301237715088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115452301237715088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-was-so-horrifying-i-didnt-bring-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115423915342043965</id><published>2006-07-30T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T13:59:13.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing on your face,&lt;br /&gt;No window in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;No thread of hair can ever change,&lt;br /&gt;I love you as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert was a-okaayee. Love the last, Nara and her poignant words. So many familiar faces, like a pure school event. The-One-Above sorta answered my prayers. Xinmin had the spare tickets, Peifen went with me. Tracy was there too, wanted to help tie her hair. My camera was home, wished i brought it along. Though pretty sure Xinmin would have some fantabulastic pictures for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard and i've finally done it. Find irresistable the way you appreciate me, i dont need to try to be me. I've for all time, been this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Never looking forward to Mom's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115423915342043965?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115423915342043965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115423915342043965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115423915342043965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115423915342043965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing-on-your-face-no-window-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115414962804798654</id><published>2006-07-29T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:07:08.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my daily fellow losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't swim today, sad case.&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1: No sun&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2: Confidential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world keeps spinning wont follow the flow dizzying around nauseating. Caught in a frenzy hair flying like crazy eyes rolling uncontrollably. Be nice stick to the course dont butt into things that aren't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear The-One-Above,&lt;br /&gt;Please let Peifen go to the concert becauses she really wants to. Its not her fault that she doesn't have a ticket now. I hope Xinmin will be able to pass to me her spare ticket for Peifen. I really want her to go, it is horrid missing out on an event like this. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115414962804798654?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115414962804798654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115414962804798654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115414962804798654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115414962804798654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-my-daily-fellow-losers.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115408904385004784</id><published>2006-07-28T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:17:23.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You and I deserve each other&lt;br /&gt;You're fantastic, I'm a stunner&lt;br /&gt;One hundred per cent of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i love the small world we have. Glad most coffeeshops ban smoking, air's so much cleaner now. Because smelly people die early. Stinkers are bad bad bad. You dont wanna die early do you? Thankful that Stacy dont have any ciggs with her right now. Lalallla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Friday again! Weekend fever. This week passed so fast and tomorrow's the concert.&lt;br /&gt;People: Dearest Darren, Pleasurable Peifen, Yucky Yewlee, A Girl, Junky Jiahao, Silly Serhan. I'm going to have a house party soon if this list doesn't end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray tomorrow's sunny. I wanna swim with Peifen. I wanna swim with Peifen! (chants)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115408904385004784?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115408904385004784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115408904385004784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115408904385004784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115408904385004784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-and-i-deserve-each-other-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115400590472069664</id><published>2006-07-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:19:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll start studying at 9 again, now's like super break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class snacking was inevitable as usual. There was Apple Baked Ham bread which i made myself, i admit i did do a pretty got job! Chewy bars which i didn't have a chance to it, too busy trying to beatbox. I failed, not suprising. And fish crackers which Xueqian bought. Huina and I decided to play The Extras and feast on it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whoops, clock said 9, brain says 5 minutes more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home really bored and shitty. Stoned for two hours and fell asleep, coincidentally. Now i'm up awake and ready to study, not in another 5 mins. There was this old lady, old old old lady who kinda banged into a middle aged mom on the bus, and the mom showed this annoyed and disgusted face. :/ Felt like kicking her butt. This mom is gonna get old one day and she can't walk properly and people will get sickened. Ahhh the nice karma thing going on here. Even after the old old old lady got off the bus, the mom still stared at her. Like whats her dumb problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Concert: Pleasurable Peifen, Dearest Darren, Yucky Yewlee, and a Girl.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not Yucky Yewlee, but i couldn't find anything else which matches. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115400590472069664?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115400590472069664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115400590472069664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115400590472069664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115400590472069664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/ill-start-studying-at-9-again-nows.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115392588853329281</id><published>2006-07-26T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:58:11.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody fantastic day, much appreciation to Marisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder everytime. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someoneyou love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Marisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eyes are hurting like crap, brains sizzling like poop. I need brains for dinner. Please dude! Alphabet soup is not even close. I managed to study, Social Studies Amaths and Biology. Biology wasn't really effective, sleepings pills were alot more effectual. I DROOLED, aint it cool. I drooled while sleeping on the table. Once in a lifetime chance to see Gwen drool! Catch it while she studies Biology, FOC! Just buy her a cuppa coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cultural Concert, Saturday. NYJC Auditorium, 7.30pm. Peifen. 2 more gruelling days of bag slogging, class snacking, students rebelling and missing items. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115392588853329281?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115392588853329281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115392588853329281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115392588853329281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115392588853329281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/bloody-fantastic-day-much-appreciation.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115383272344489965</id><published>2006-07-25T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:05:23.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm loosing confidence in my studies already, no longer have the urge to open the textbook. Got to make a date with Vanessa, perhaps this Thursday to study. This is so awful, i'm dying slowly. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ends early tomorrow, perhaps study a little at home. Maybe accompany my Mom out to wherever she wants to go. But i doubt tomorrow will follow as suit. Bound to have something, everyday's like that. Including today. Not that it is a bad thing or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i plan something and i expect it to go that way, it never happens. Something always crop up or someone is always backing out, changing plans or screwing somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend's coming, well not really. But kinda think about it, it is just another 3 more days plus a Geography test and maybe a Physics test. Anyway, everyone noticed that Mdm Yeong has been picking on me. Its so damn annoyingly studpidly, effingly, irritatingly, screwingly fugly. Why me out of so many people, not because i'm sitting in the front row. Why not she go pick on a male species namely the males from other classes. :x (Biased)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115383272344489965?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115383272344489965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115383272344489965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115383272344489965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115383272344489965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-loosing-confidence-in-my-studies.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115374864381893021</id><published>2006-07-24T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:44:03.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, i'm suppose to be doing my homework. Anyway Yunhan didn't go school today, wonder where she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its annoying when people disturb you because of your height. (I'm ok with it though) But i would really appreciate it if people stop disturbing XM because of her height. Its not fair, like c'mon. Everyone was at that height once in their lifetime. Why cant they look at her in a different way, like how fantasbulastically pleasant and kind she is. Why bother so much about physical appearance. Anyway when you grow old, you'll look even more fugly then you already are. Much worse than her, she's nice and she ought to deserve respect from fools like you. You're so lucky that she still treats you this way despite the numerous times you've put her down. She's too good hearted for people like you, even i can't take it. XM's perfect the way she is, she doesn't need people like you. Even if she doesn't mind, i'm sure she does inside because she's sensitive. Unlike impervious people like you. Wait, you can't even be compared to her. The reason why i'm bothering is because she is my goodfriend. Not that i truly have something against you. I hope you read this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to say thanks to Peifen for today's dinner. Had a great talk and you made me realize how lucky i am. We hardly go out together like that. Monday's ice kachang will be my treat, no weird tasting corn and extra syrup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate counting down the days till i get to see you again. I know its been only 4 days since i've last seen you, seems like ages. And its going to be 6 days before i'll meet you again. Hardly hang out together so often. :/ Nevertheless, lets catch Lake House together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115374864381893021?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115374864381893021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115374864381893021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115374864381893021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115374864381893021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/firstly-im-suppose-to-be-doing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115363898702996382</id><published>2006-07-23T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:24:13.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Walter"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Walter%27s%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong, this weekend didn't turned out how i expected it to be. Lets start with Friday, it was like a costume changing parade. Xinying didn't come for stupid Speech Day which i wished she did, i saw Justin and many others. Party at Springbloom (Walter's Birthday), whom look a little like Darren when Darren was younger. Uploaded a couple of pictures taken on Friday. (Spilling out all the events)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Mom%20and%20Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Mom%20and%20Dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents look so sweet together, (they're are naturally not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above 50 years each, dont look like do they? That's Dad with the potbelly and Mom with the new haircut which looks kinda weird. I'll try to get a picture of them when they're younger! Got to ransack Mom's drawers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for Nicole's birthday we had Seoul Garden. This is what's left after we kinda cleared the table.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00880.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And while waiting for seats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6980/411/320/Wenting%20and%20Gwen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115363898702996382?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115363898702996382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115363898702996382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115363898702996382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115363898702996382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-wrong-this-weekend-didnt-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115339749357205128</id><published>2006-07-20T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:11:33.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its really nice of you to visit boring Gwen. However, please be suprise at how stupid she was today during Maths. I admit, i'm retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset today was frightening, it reminded me how fast time passes. It made me feel despondent, yes i know you were beside me. But i just can't help feeling lost. Bit by bit, step by step, my parents grow older. Their eyebags were inescapable, they look so drained. I may never get to support them. And i confess i'm a little jealous of my sister because she could. Except that i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her. She always wanted a little sibling that is why i am able to stand here today. I love them all even my Dad, maybe just a tad too proud to admit. I definitely love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys, everything's fine dear girl. We're both cool, everything's all cool. You worry too much. :D i'm a pleasant girl, nothing that ghastly is going to happen. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115339749357205128?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115339749357205128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115339749357205128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115339749357205128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115339749357205128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-really-nice-of-you-to-visit-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115330591396143317</id><published>2006-07-19T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:45:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday is terror. 3 Maths period plus a Sets Test to top it off. Its our day! but i think i've got a rehearsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's coming, Speech Day is almost here. And i dont know what i'm suppose to do. I dont know if i'm still what i'm suppose to be. This is so last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! Saturday i'm gonna enjoy. No idea what i'm going to do yet but i dont wish for anyone to play me out this weekend. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, should be meeting up with Marisse. Big chance i'll go to church with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be hand in hand with you for everynight and everyday, i wanna scream and shout i wanna tell the world how i feel. Right now all I care about is you and me and us and i finally have the guts to say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wish to move my ass off to my room and study for my test. The english brochure thing is due tomorrow and Huina is soooo gonna help me. :D Not to mention the silly council board which Mr Nassimsaid was due today. :( we're gonna do it tomorrow! Everything's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I think Mdm Yeong doesn't like me. She seems to have something against me. Irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115330591396143317?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115330591396143317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115330591396143317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115330591396143317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115330591396143317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/thursday-is-terror.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115322981216930652</id><published>2006-07-18T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:36:55.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cute  Sensitive  Delightful  Irritating in a nice way  Funky  Sweet  Different  Special  Temperamental but lovely  Adoring  Charming  Pleasant but not polite  Amusing  Witty  Dreamy  Gorgeous  Predictable most of times  Flawed   - You know, cant be all that perfect can he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get mad, i'm not jumping to conclusions. But have feelings fade? Is it still as strong? It is for me, but what about you? I am getting worse, i am changing. You can feel it. But you have yet to know the reason why. You told me its not going to end, and i believe you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115322981216930652?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115322981216930652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115322981216930652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115322981216930652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115322981216930652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/cute-sensitive-delightful-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115314654400362652</id><published>2006-07-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:29:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Mdm Yeong has been scolding me for talking too much. As in, she scolded me not only once. Which suck but i can't help it. I was feeling rougish and mischievous. My brains are wacked. Its sizzled, i'm flippin' mental! I'm exaggerating. I'm bored stiff. I wanted to talk to Kong so much just now, like really just now. As in 10 minutes ago but now i feel like shutting up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, i'm growing up too fast. I wanna stay young, dont wanna grow old. I dont wanna worry about bills, debts, cash. I wanna worry about studies, friends and family. Please, i dont wanna grow up. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Horse and the Cherry Tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115314654400362652?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115314654400362652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115314654400362652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115314654400362652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115314654400362652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/normal-nothing-out-of-ordinary.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115306136956127966</id><published>2006-07-16T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:49:29.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i actually finish my homework. Its such an achievement because i know how to do all the Amaths questions. Isn't it amazing. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that many of us are image-conscious. Wait, who isn't. But when the same moment occurs to somebody else, you feel likewise. I dont know if you get me, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Study #1:&lt;br /&gt;Yunhan says that,&lt;br /&gt;she will never go out alone because it feels weird. Especially shopping. The thing is, it's never awkward seeing someone in town shopping alone. Its just all up in the head. And the truth is, i don't mind buying stuff alone, IF i know what i want to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Study #2:&lt;br /&gt;You're with your group of friends in a fastfood restaurant. You and your friends are making alot of noise and enjoying yourselves. You do not feel embarrassed and you continue laughing and screaming. But if you're watching a group of people behaving this way, you will feel like they're a bunch of idiots and you wanna stick your thumb in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm analyzing too much. Bored i think. I don't know actually and i'm gonna crash the bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115306136956127966?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115306136956127966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115306136956127966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115306136956127966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115306136956127966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-i-actually-finish-my-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115287390337113784</id><published>2006-07-14T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:45:03.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Friday, like finally. This week passed pretty fast and i'm so glad it did. I am so mad about Fridays and Saturdays. Its like this weekend fever thing as long as no one ruins it for me. Which happens when i get stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huina and i were talking about image consciousness but had no idea how it went all the way to shitting. Anyway i should thank Huina for her accompaniment this afternoon (: There is a Further Studies Seminar tomorrow and i got to be there at 7am. I should take back what i said about Fridays and Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology test was alright, a little confused, tried to cheat with Daniel and Luqman but got nothing out of it. Stared at Xinmin who was staring at her pencil. Smile and Huina but she obviously ignored me, she must be blind man. I got like this 100 mega watt smile, it's so difficult to miss! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is weird posting an entry at 6.30pm but i have nothing to do. Waiting for the cue to leave my house, and i am still waiting. Dad's phone getting really annoying, hate the ringtone. Sounds like the i'm-not-cool-but-i'm-trying-to-be kinda thing. It is like 10 buckets of poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on the street with nothing to eat, a man and his shopping cart go travelling to places collecting social graces. I give him my sandwhich and we chatter for awhile, i see a rainbow wash over his eyes. He gives me his halo and i start to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115287390337113784?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115287390337113784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115287390337113784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115287390337113784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115287390337113784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-friday-like-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115279271308698417</id><published>2006-07-13T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:11:53.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suppose to be mugging out on Biology, there's a test tomorrow but i guess it wouldn't hurt to hit the web a little. =x Today was stupid, stupid, even more stupid. It kinda sucks and to top it up, i fall asleep trying to gobble down biology facts. I mean, it was bad enough i threw a paper ball at Mr Ang, &lt;u&gt;UNINTENTIONALLY&lt;/u&gt;. I wonder if i can ever study at home, it doesn't seem to be working, look where my butt ended up. I wonder why i even bothered to let my frustration be my driving force to study when i end up dozing off with a lollipop in my mouth. Today's really dumb, dumb, dumber-er and even more dumbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you, what would Michelangelo say. Would he still have sculpted David, or would we be immortalised in clay? Would the poets write of love like ours, would the dinosaurs cry? If i kissed you, would you lose track of time? Would you feel a surge of happiness running up your spine. But i guess i'll never know if i never try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom, i'm so glad i got such a mom like her. It feels nice to know that someone is thinking of me once in awhile. I'm not trying to be egoistic here but it makes me feel appreciated when she called me this afternoon. Even though its for a short awhile, it was pleasing to hear "Because i miss you what, cannot is it?". Regardless whether she was being sarcastic, it feels great. Puts a broad grin over my angered face. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115279271308698417?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115279271308698417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115279271308698417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115279271308698417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115279271308698417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/suppose-to-be-mugging-out-on-biology.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115253318993053068</id><published>2006-07-10T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:06:29.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's dinner was great. Thanks alot Marisse Stacy Akira and Zoey. Psst, yesterday was the first time i met Zoey. I can't believe it, i'm still clinging on to yesterday when i got a biology test to worry about. Today's worth remembering, i think. I like how the day ended, it was all honey-ed up. Kong is just so perfect. His plus are like 10 times his minus. I love Kong. He's perfect perfect perfect, the way i want it to be. (I guess) Anyway, i dont care because i'm blessed, most of the time. Blessed with so many people, blessed with such a happening life. :D But i'm still sad and grey. Something still ain't right yet and i'm planning to make it so. Wish me luck funny toots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand, you showed me how. You promised me you'd be around, ah huh that's right. I took your words and I believed in everything you said to me, yeah huh that's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115253318993053068?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115253318993053068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115253318993053068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115253318993053068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115253318993053068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterdays-dinner-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115243247401163138</id><published>2006-07-09T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:07:54.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/humanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/humanity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are never always what they're meant to be. I hope dinner tonight would be different. There is 2 more hours to six and it's killing me to see the second hand on my clock pass so slowly. My mind's all mess up, there is too many things happening at the same time and i cant take it. Everything hurts right now and nothing's going right. Hope Marisse and co. could make me forget all these for the night. Even for a few moments i'll be glad. The rain just keeps falling, wanna go and just stand out under the rain in the streets. To my dear friend, you're always unaware of the people you hurt around you. How can i make you understand. You might be so ignorant sometimes but i still love you. Like love, as in my love for a friend. Just in case Kong thinks i'm talking about him. I couldn't even study at home today, my brains feel like stone today. Can't think properly, just spent my entire day looking at the rain and writing a card. Sunday's are always the worst of days, i wish it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm all yours if you want me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Gwen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115243247401163138?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115243247401163138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115243247401163138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115243247401163138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115243247401163138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/sundays-are-never-always-what-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115236985859373595</id><published>2006-07-08T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:44:19.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello uglies and pretties. today was bittersweet.  very very sugary, but it still taste like bittergourd. tonight was &lt;em&gt;muchly &lt;/em&gt;awful. there were so many stuff you cld splurge on today when the greens went out. and i felt so horrible bcos i'm not spose to spend my cash. like, out of 4 stuff i cld only choose to buy 1. yeah and i still got to save bcos thr is so many july babies which totally suck. why cant they spread their birthdays out throughout the year instd of cramming all into july. thr is so many other complains to tell but i decided to shutup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115236985859373595?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115236985859373595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115236985859373595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115236985859373595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115236985859373595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-uglies-and-pretties.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115226887037284252</id><published>2006-07-07T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:41:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Image(155).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Image%28155%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115226887037284252?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115226887037284252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115226887037284252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115226887037284252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115226887037284252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115202014094264868</id><published>2006-07-04T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:35:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine sent a message saying something like 'lets do something special for teachers day.' why not we just proposed to have a day off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/P1010070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i miss marisse,&lt;br /&gt;i miss stacy i miss akira maria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/stacy%20and%20akira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its times like this when i remember those nights we hang out, how retarded i was. but i'm more grown up now! i haven't seen stacy and akira for a very long time. =( i really miss them. dont have to be anyone but myself.  its people like this you wna hang arnd with, not those people who only talk buckets worth of rubbish and shit. i feel lucky to meet so many different kind of people, and not just having a friend or two. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I MISS YOU ALL SO SPONGY MUCH. WHEN ARE WE HANGING OUT AGAIN. BOOOO. i want like 36 hours a day. i dont have enough time! what to do, i'm big shot. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115202014094264868?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115202014094264868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115202014094264868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115202014094264868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115202014094264868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/charmaine-sent-message-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115185128531377414</id><published>2006-07-02T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:41:25.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello weirdos! today's sooooooo busy. i'm like big shot! hahahahh. lets see, firstly i made a trip to the alteration shop, then to the watch shop. swimming. town. and a drink at night with mal kim alvin and &lt;strong&gt;kong&lt;/strong&gt;. :D saw louisa and tall man. felt really retarded today. tmr's the last day before school starts and i wish it'll never come. still in the holidaying mood. yanyi and justin's birthday is coming soon! 10 july! both! this month is broker's month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss the sweet togetherness is that lazy lying down dance of love. shld bring kong back there some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(makes a mental note to go out with huina and jasmine on friday. ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115185128531377414?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115185128531377414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115185128531377414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115185128531377414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115185128531377414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-weirdos-todays-sooooooo-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115158897766052758</id><published>2006-06-29T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:49:37.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, today felt all warm and fuzzy, and dreamy. my class had three maths periods today but it wasn't too bad. yeah, tomorrow's friday! 3 cheers for weekend and youth day! :D today was also celest birthday. we had a really small cake, like supposingly for 4 people or sth. but 12 manage to dig in. half a period free cos of chemistry, phototaking session was going on. i'm uploading them into an album! but i got to say, sometimes imagestation really screw up.&lt;br /&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/6980/411/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&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/6980/411/320/Combined.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/collage2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115158897766052758?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115158897766052758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115158897766052758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115158897766052758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115158897766052758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-today-felt-all-warm-and-fuzzy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115150650661612583</id><published>2006-06-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:55:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe, maybe not. today's official huh-ing day. and its a nice thing. i mean nice things happen today. okay whatever i am saying. today's blissy. :D okay, my mind's muddled up. i'm jumbling everything tgt and totally mixing everything up. lets see, thr's this really quirky lady who sat infront of me on the bus. she asked for my chinese tb but i didn't have one so she asked for my physics. and she was kinda scanning through it or sth. truth is, i dont knw why she wanted my physics textbook for. hmm, i need some time to think through my very highly confidentiall personal thoughts so toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115150650661612583?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115150650661612583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115150650661612583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115150650661612583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115150650661612583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/maybe-maybe-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115121259245556813</id><published>2006-06-25T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T13:16:32.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, the lucent guy sent me a couple of pictures of the place i work at. plus a sony ericsson girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6980/411/400/postcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i really bought this postcard and gave it to someone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Forlorn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His voice was scratchy like sandpaper&lt;br /&gt;His eyes was cloudy, both at different ways&lt;br /&gt;His nails stained brown, dirt at every corner&lt;br /&gt;His tshirt was yellow, the remains of sweet&lt;br /&gt;His shoes were torn, the sole frictionless&lt;br /&gt;But no one knew, the thoughts he harbored&lt;br /&gt;A lost soul of sweet lonely contentment and a heart of love and kindness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am going to meet total effing strangers today and i am going to say hey, how do you do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115121259245556813?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115121259245556813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115121259245556813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115121259245556813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115121259245556813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-see-lucent-guy-sent-me-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115115762034541132</id><published>2006-06-24T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:00:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mind was complete blank, dont remember anything on the bus back home. dont recall the journey, mind's lost somewhere in space. somewhere in rumours, lies, secrets, tears, love, kisses. school's starting, bloody nightmare of good people and unbearable classes. school's really cool still, especially mine. school's filled with filthy junk and lies, rumours and backstabbing. everyone's different, everyone's interesting. peirce is special, unlike any other boring schools. its filled with so much nonsense and gossip and people with warped minds. everyone's so special in peirce, everything's happening all at once. peirce is 'hippy'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115115762034541132?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115115762034541132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115115762034541132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115115762034541132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115115762034541132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/mind-was-complete-blank-dont-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115107583725462823</id><published>2006-06-23T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:17:17.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got bored, started spinning myself silly on the high chair. need a bucket! the espresso tasted bitter, emptied two sachets of sugar. still bitter, pop in a couple of mentos. lets see, nothing eventful today. last day of work. will miss all those people, need some sorta remembrance. photos aint with me, good gracious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115107583725462823?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115107583725462823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115107583725462823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115107583725462823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115107583725462823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/got-bored-started-spinning-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115069585199251833</id><published>2006-06-19T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:44:12.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello pips, today's my last day of freedomosity becos tomorrow i'm going off to Expo alr. i'm suppose to dress formally, BUT DO I LOOK LIKE I GOT THOSE KIND OF CLOTHES. it is pretty much super brainracking. up till now i do not have enough clothes so i have to wear twice or sth. but OF COS i'm gonna wash them before re-wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stooonnnniiinnnnnnng. i met one girl yesterday who laughs like that, 'hahhaannuuuhaaaanmmmffaaaa'. it sounded incredibly crap! the could join the &lt;em&gt;amusant circus&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna met huina and yanyi. huina has a dental appointment to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homeworkkkkk :( but im working and i dont think i can complete them. lets see (counts the number of worksheets and projects..) "ZZzzzZzzzz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;its chilly bananas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115069585199251833?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115069585199251833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115069585199251833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115069585199251833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115069585199251833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-pips-todays-my-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-115055260853389989</id><published>2006-06-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:56:48.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay lets see, i got alot of pictures from Council Camp and Australia, Melbourne. More of camp though. I'm not gonna upload it here but you can go see it on Friendster anyway. Email's &lt;a href="mailto:ggwennie@hotmail.com"&gt;ggwennie@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a new job soon. I don't think i am gonna like it alot. I would rather be dead. But frankly speaking, it'll be a blessing in disguise. But the offer's pretty good. A solid 80 bucks a day from late morning till about 6 odd. Singapor Expo, i need all the luck i can get. Please wish me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S the pictures in council camp was really cool. Thanks to all those who went for it. It was memorable especially the hurting-my-dumb-knee-again part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;plenty of kisses, TOODLES PIP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-115055260853389989?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/115055260853389989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=115055260853389989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115055260853389989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/115055260853389989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-lets-see-i-got-alot-of-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114951510031528881</id><published>2006-06-05T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:45:00.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be leaving tomorrow! I bet all of you are gonna miss me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huina:&lt;/strong&gt; haha, not all kids are bad. but the ones i've seen so far including the two kids at Singapore Chinese are the baddest of the bad already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aldric:&lt;/strong&gt;i'm not gonna stay young forever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rise and shine really early this morning at about 4am. And i think i will be missing KingKong real bad . =/ 8 days excluding today, I think i'll suffer a nervous breakdown! I'll see what i can get for the Greenies from there as well. My schedule's screwed up like im already suffering from jetlag before i even leave Singapore! I woke up at 4am, just to sleep back at 7am after meeting KingKong. And i never wake up till 4pm just now. I am gonna freeze in Melbourne, its freaking winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me have love, Gwen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114951510031528881?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114951510031528881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114951510031528881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114951510031528881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114951510031528881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-be-leaving-tomorrow-i-bet-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114935447682120085</id><published>2006-06-04T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:07:56.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This was yesterday when Vanessa and I went for Grease concert at the Indoor Stadium.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope pictures could tell a story!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/6980/411/320/Vanessa%20%28%3D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/vanessa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nerds have big hard drive. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/blurred.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's always a blur, but look! I will always have her in my life, she is not running everywhere!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/poser%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/the%20run.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In case you're like still wondering, she is my bestest best friend! Since Primary 3  :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was a small girl who came to the boutique i was working at, and she was extremly arrogant. I think she treats her parents like shit and she gave everyone the, Do-I-Look-Like-I-Care attitude which really suck big time. And a small girl was running all over the shop. I didn't let her touch the cash register and she scratch me, like really! No kidding, she used her fingernails. Kids are getting worse year by year. I am not intending to have a kid, i think. I hope not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;so pretty but yet so fragile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOST CAUSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114935447682120085?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114935447682120085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114935447682120085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114935447682120085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114935447682120085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-was-yesterday-when-vanessa-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114917708563736438</id><published>2006-06-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:51:25.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;LOOK alright. im just lazy to tag so im just gna chuck evrythg in here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUINA&lt;/strong&gt;: hahah! you and you're silly pretzel. sooooo funnny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARMAINE&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;CHARLENE&lt;/strong&gt;: you two weirdos. lol. but its pretty cool to have a pair of twins tagging. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUMMER&lt;/strong&gt;:i will babe, i've done it alr actually. i cant wait for tmr! hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HONGYU&lt;/strong&gt;: you must have forgotten, its mom. not gwen. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GLADYS&lt;/strong&gt;:hello missy. yeah you're pretty much up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, its as difficult being a parent than it is being a child. we just cant accept the fact that its like, both have their problems and i dont think any family is ever perfect? sometimes we may be a little harsh to one another but whats that compared to family love isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darren, girls' asses do not have hair. and i know guys do not have hair on their ass. if not homosapiens will look like baboons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going melbourne soon! on tuesday! but i got to work sooner! TOMORROW. =( DOOMERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;many genetically engineered bananas and mutant monkeys, gwen at 10 mins to midnight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114917708563736438?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114917708563736438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114917708563736438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114917708563736438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114917708563736438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/06/look-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114882143367171606</id><published>2006-05-28T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:03:53.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay im back from cruise with a whole lot of pictures. and i am really really really lazyyyyyy. i dont wanna work tmr. =( dear someone, please just save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6980/411/320/DSC00700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THIS IS AMAZING ISNT IT? plus i took it at the same time and at the same spot. just different angles thats all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="BucketStrip" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://wmg.photobucket.com/widgets/BucketStrip.swf" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://wmg.photobucket.com/albums/v637/ggwennie/&amp;name=Cruise" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well this is not all, but i got lazy fingers. oh yeah! i learnt how to say i love you in macedonia language. cool ehhh. someone on the cruise taught me. (: aagagahahahahah. i got work tmr. D: SMACK MY ASS MAN. I GOT WORK. its awful. its bad. its a nightmare. =/ i mean, yes. its that bad. but at least i got a job. oh always look on the bright side of life. tada tada tadadada! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114882143367171606?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114882143367171606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114882143367171606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114882143367171606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114882143367171606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-im-back-from-cruise-with-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114829981692663220</id><published>2006-05-22T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:10:16.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm in &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- mr nasim's looking for me. i think its my attire matter.&lt;br /&gt;- anddddd i got to look for mr chan tmr.&lt;br /&gt;- i heard mdm foong's looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;- i apparently became uncle tony's god daughter and he used amir's phone to call and ask why i didn't come to school.&lt;br /&gt;- mr wong's looking for me i think. anyway i got to find him tmr too.&lt;br /&gt;- and thr's NYJC's invest tmr which im attending. a&lt;br /&gt;- fterthat i still got to get back to school for exco meeting. we got to plan for the council camp in june and i think mr wong's cmg to this meeting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i busy or what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid actually, i'm afraid of tomorrow. there is so many things going on. but i'm going to tell myself everything's gonna be just fine. and i am going to be alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's alright. i've been cutting down on blogging. i spend more time reading instead of using the computer nowadays. hey! not a bad thing right. dang my eyesight's gonna get worse. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this uncanny feeling that a teacher's reading my blog. or like, someone thats not spose to read is reading. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;time check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;0805pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114829981692663220?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114829981692663220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114829981692663220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114829981692663220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114829981692663220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-im-in-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114805053592848796</id><published>2006-05-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:55:36.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Huina.0.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottled up inside&lt;br /&gt;Are the words i never said&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that i hide,&lt;br /&gt;The lines you never read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Read it on my face:&lt;br /&gt;Trapped inside are lies&lt;br /&gt;Of the past i can't replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With memories that linger&lt;br /&gt;Won't seem to go away.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i be happier?&lt;br /&gt;Today's a brand-new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays are over,&lt;br /&gt;Even though the hurting's not.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever,&lt;br /&gt;I must cherish what i've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take my love forgranted,&lt;br /&gt;For soon it will be gone&lt;br /&gt;All you ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Of the love you thought you'd won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt i'm feeling now&lt;br /&gt;Won't disappear overnight,&lt;br /&gt;But someway, somehow,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more wishing for the past.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't seem to last,&lt;br /&gt;So i have to set him free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Yanyi%20and%20Aikcheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Yanyi%20and%20Aikcheng.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; Yanyi and Aikcheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Huina.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Huina.0.png" 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; Huina and my camera. i took it really fast and she looks sooooo cute. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114805053592848796?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114805053592848796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114805053592848796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114805053592848796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114805053592848796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/05/inside-bottled-up-inside-are-words-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114787081753141320</id><published>2006-05-17T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:00:17.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to use Microsoft words to blog first so that I have something to lean back on just in case my computer messes up again. I’m so tired of blogging halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was suppose to be Green’s Day but it was cancelled. I stayed home the entire day and got really bored. So I though perhaps my sister and my mom would like to go out with me tonight. Around 5, my mom wanted to watch her serials and my sister was too tired. So I went, alone to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry I’m not some psycho. I went to Shaw and returned my aunt the disc I borrowed, and I took another. The trip took about 2 hours plus through and fro. During this period I was thinking about everything. I was tired, I couldn’t sleep on the bus. No way, never especially if I’m seated at the seat nearest to the aisle. It is awful, really nasty. I shall not relate that GHASTLY EXPERIENCE to you. But I think Serena and Huina would know. I thought about..  to tell the truth. I’m not too sure actually but I didn’t feel good, emotionally. Maybe it is just PMS, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday’s the 20th. Its my special day but I wouldn’t be spending it with King Kong. I’ll be going out with the Green’s instead. King Kong isn’t free on Saturday, so we changed our date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114787081753141320?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114787081753141320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114787081753141320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114787081753141320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114787081753141320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-decided-to-use-microsoft-words-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114701050373473257</id><published>2006-05-07T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:01:43.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i studied like mad dawg today. like MADDDDDD DAAWWWWWWWG.&lt;br /&gt;my brains are bursting, and im relieving stress now. anxiety and tension is building up.&lt;br /&gt;*exggerates a little more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yesterday we studied. yes WE. me jasmine huina and yanyi. right after that yanyi and i decided to go town! :D&lt;br /&gt;we did a little search for my dress. two dresses quite meet my expectations. but i need BREAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;- yanyi and i spotted this! i went to audrey to One Fullerton and Fullerton Hotel. look what i took from Fullerton Hotel! psst: you got to admit my photography skills is not that bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM DA GIRAFFE! LOOK AT ME! I'M TALL AND PRETTY. TRY NOT TO FLATTER ME SO MUCH. I KNOW I MAY LOOK A LITTLE RETARDED, BUT I'M RATHER SMART ACTUALLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is Audrey looking really amazed by the Merlion at esplanade. LOOK, thr's the fat durian behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey's really funny, she's like CHILDISH. we went to Fullerton Hotel, ran everywhr. explored, enjoyed the air, and GOT A ROSE! im serious. although i cant tell you exactly how i got it, the rose is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyesLike they have any right at all to criticize,Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll use them, however you want to&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember roses&lt;br /&gt;Flowering then wilting to dust.&lt;br /&gt;Why must I, a child&lt;br /&gt;Remember what has gone before me?&lt;br /&gt;I can still see you now that you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;Like the roses which have fallen,&lt;br /&gt;You are only a lingering memory of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;A shadow of a dream&lt;br /&gt;The final strain of a song that I will forever sing.&lt;br /&gt;A song of summertime, and roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose is now up on display! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time check: 1200h&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114701050373473257?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114701050373473257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114701050373473257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114701050373473257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114701050373473257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-studied-like-mad-dawg-today_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114682173511891704</id><published>2006-05-05T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:35:35.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's friday. i haven't been blogging bcos the computer hates me pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many awesome people in my life. today i studied with an amazingly wonderful person.&lt;br /&gt;and on wednesday my bestie. may i present her to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00593.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vanessa, my pretty babe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00595.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the two of us had such silly incidents together,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we had countless delightful moments ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00596.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoooboy i just love her so much, yes. (: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY I DO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;time check: 1730h&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114682173511891704?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114682173511891704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114682173511891704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114682173511891704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114682173511891704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114649860233246407</id><published>2006-05-01T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:50:02.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSST! if you didn't read my previous post, i think you should. because i drew something really 'fascinating' which i think you ought to see. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/ggwennie/bethankfulforyourchildhood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;for me, its just the opposite. im sorry. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear today, life feels different. i think im bursting on the inside. perhaps its just studies. i doubt i will ever go mad. i've been extremly emotional recently, i do believe noone knws about this. untill this very moment, now that you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this weird feeling im starving but im taking every meal with a chunky healthy bite. im not mad, certainly not. im just feeling &lt;em&gt;oddishly &lt;/em&gt;queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to sleep in the other room by myself. its supposingly my first time but since Darren's not picking up the phone (i think he's sleeping) i shall just go sleep in my room. well, i thought he could company me till i fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people think feeling good comes once in awhile, but kinda think about it. you could feel good anytime as long as you look at things in a different perspective. do you think things happen for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate it when people ask if you're okay, when you're obviously not. i mean, okay. i shld hate myself because i do that too. but it doesn't hurt to ask that if you do not knw. like if that person's complaining about sth, thn you're dumb to ask if they're okay. but if that person isn't saying anythg, i do not see anythg wrong asking. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment, it is monday, doesn't feel like it. oh wait, its like 30minutes till tuesday. im suppose to be studying right not. im driving myself to the brink of losing every sense of sanity in me. wait, im exagerrating. im just, feeling a little lousy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/ggwennie/allthetimee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish i could hear this, from anyone. just anyone. okay  maybe not. =x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;time: 15 mins till tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114649860233246407?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114649860233246407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114649860233246407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114649860233246407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114649860233246407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/05/psst-if-you-didnt-read-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114640596412152986</id><published>2006-04-30T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:06:04.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I often catch myself saying cruel things to myself that I would never say to anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of losing control and hurting someone I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most afraid of being unsafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could draw today's emotions since morning till now, it will look like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/timeline.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/timeline.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, yesterday the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREENS&lt;/span&gt; went on a short trip i shld say. (: and i caught &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aquamarine&lt;/span&gt; at night. lalla.&lt;br /&gt;envy me not cos i studied like freaking shit today. im going to recap some of my stupid ss before heading off to chemistry. later folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i got so bored, yes. bored enough to draw the picture above. and bored enough to entertain a stupid memory test, or let that stupid test entertain me. but whatever. it took 10 mins of my time. here's the results: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Gwen, you remembered 80% of the information in the Memory Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But research shows there's a lot you can do to improve your memory. And if you do, it can help you function in more ways than you'd think. There are 6 main types of memory, which help us interpret and store different types of information. You scored highest in reading memory. That kind of memory allows you to interpret the meaning of a reading passage, and store a general sense of it for later use while you continue to read along. If interrupted, you're better able than others to recall what you've just read. This type of skill also makes it easier for you than others to remember specific facts and details that you pick up from reading.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;reading. hmm, i might as well start reading my SS. SOMEONE STOOD ME UP TODAY 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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bwahahah, i look like a retarded geek while jas looks nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we cannot CANNOT squeeze in, big headed freaks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think they think their life is dull :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/serena%20and%20huina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're looking at two self proclaimed top models&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i killed this butterfly, call me evil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tilt your head to the left and look. =x i took this picture standg at the same spot and at the same time but just at different angles. amesome aint it (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;0930pm, blabbered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114640596412152986?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114640596412152986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114640596412152986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114640596412152986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114640596412152986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-often-catch-myself-saying-cruel.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114614451620307047</id><published>2006-04-27T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:31:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/wancheng%20loves%20gwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/wancheng%20loves%20gwen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; clearly, the picture states it all :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humankind is infected with Jealousy. It seeps into our every pore and we can do nothing about it. It is like a vicious monster taking a mad chunk out of our conscience. A virus it is, and remember it can't be cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;extracted, Gwen's English Essay on Jealousy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was roughly what i wrote, but its not exactly though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Gwen%20new%20specs%20%20%20Yanyi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Gwen%20new%20specs%20%20%20Yanyi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;anw, i collected my glasses today and i have to admit, its fantastically SMALL in height. or maybe my eyeballs are too huge. i sound alien.&lt;br /&gt;during school, alot of us did quirky things. my feet were soaked the whole say cos of the morning's rain. its like a reservior in my shoes. so effing GROSS. thr's squishy noises. YUCKYUCKYUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across a house with yanyi today, noone was living in thr and the house looked like it caught fire once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/house%20blur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/200/house%20blur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/house%20clear.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/200/house%20clear.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear thr's nothing wrong with my camera but the picture i took was blur. i dont knw why, it was clearer on the second shot but still blur. i can choose to believe that my cam's faulty or that thr's sth infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;look &lt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/house%20side.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/200/house%20side.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its clear whn i took from the side however. strange things always occur whn im with yanyi. its amazing. :D hur -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to cram from today onwards, its just studying day after day. i bet this month will pass like a tornado :D baby, lets start cramming like mad dogs for the mid years and lets play like wild cats in june. tomorrow's my cheenas and i knw mugging will just drain the last strand out of me, so im just NOT GOING TO TOUCH IT. i knw im crazy but oh my GOSHHHH how i &lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114614451620307047?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114614451620307047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114614451620307047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114614451620307047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114614451620307047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/clearly-picture-states-it-all-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114601536879778683</id><published>2006-04-26T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:36:08.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i stared into a mirror for three days, didn't eat or sleep&lt;br /&gt;just to see if i could see something down underneath&lt;br /&gt;i saw angels and demons in fear&lt;br /&gt;and a torn blue little soulin; an ocean of your love&lt;br /&gt;there were kings and killers the face of a beggar and everything I ever was&lt;br /&gt;in there was heaven and hell, and the whole creation&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing I wouldn't do or go through to get to truth&lt;br /&gt;but faceless things are in my way i can see every little thing&lt;br /&gt;we never really knew what is lying there buried in the silence&lt;br /&gt;waiting for time to decay; lust and anger, a freak and a savior&lt;br /&gt;and pieces of the universe ;black phantom creatures&lt;br /&gt; trapped in a prison of desire&lt;br /&gt;tell me its nothing but my mad imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;extracted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying is taking a mad chunk out of me. and i shall blog the rest at hme. miss lau is hollering alr. 'you need to be excited and enthusiastic about your chemistry lesson' she says. WHAT THE HECK! i bet i cld find like 50things i wld rather do than that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114601536879778683?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114601536879778683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114601536879778683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114601536879778683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114601536879778683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-stared-into-mirror-for-three-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114597817890381039</id><published>2006-04-25T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:16:18.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;my name's TIMMY and im gwen's imaginary friend.&lt;br /&gt;but i decided to take over her brain for a moment to make myself know to you, humanzoids.&lt;br /&gt;ps: thats what i call you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM STUPID. heh. i have nothing better to do. tmr im aiming to wake up errrrrleyyy weelllyyy like at 5am or sth to stuff physics into my screwed up brain. my ALREADY fried-till-golden crispy yellow brain. gosh, that sounds gross but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, today's nothing but another boring day in my life. whr everythg's just mugging, cramming, competing. what is new? oh something is! today i learned how to show case my mammoth-like ulcer to everyone. wait, im not exactly trying to do that. just that the ulcer's so large i cant keep it inside my mouth. oh no, the more i speak the worse it gets so i'll just shut my gap. but i think you get the underline meaning cos i do not think you're like those dumb ass people who knws nth and think they're super duper cool. they SUCK to the core, they can go and rot in hell. im sorry i just got something against thm. i think im going to get karma. like major MAJOR karma, sort of. and i WANT A ONE WAY TICKET TO HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that its only right to thank certain people esp my daddeoo. more often than not i always assume that my life is pretty horrid. perhaps im just too aware of it, but thr's always this fantastic buncha people who doesn't knw how to make me feel btr but tried really hard to. thanks yall! you guys made me feel a teeny weeny bit btr by letting me knw you cared. whether you're sincere or not, i dont really give a damn cos you took time off to care. the sincere ones i can tell, and im sorry if i made you feel helpless. and those hypocrites who tried, thank you cos you wasted your time on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;time check: 1315h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114597817890381039?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114597817890381039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114597817890381039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114597817890381039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114597817890381039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114579177427507085</id><published>2006-04-23T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:10:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this baby mynah will soon be able to fly away&lt;br /&gt;but once it's gone to see the world, it wld wish it nvr flew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im baby-sitting it from uncle tony my security guard. its pretty cute, i cld learn alot frm it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's suppose to be hme by now, note &lt;strong&gt;SUPPOSE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes, im just sick of the way he speaks to us (family). he can eat shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still scared of many things, i'm still afraid to be vulnerable. i'm that kind of person who wants to be sure of evrythg. i want to know when things are going to happen and why. i have always been afraid of the uncertain. i've jump to many conclusions to assure myself. but my concious mind keeps telling me it's not right. so what is?&lt;br /&gt;frm mc2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i came across someone's blog. that person has cancer, i have life. but i do not live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build self-esteem first, and the house later. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/kiss%20at%20night.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/kiss%20at%20night.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger-paint more, and point the finger less.&lt;br /&gt;Do less correcting and more connecting.&lt;br /&gt;Take your eyes off your watch, and watch with them instead.&lt;br /&gt;Take more hikes and fly more kites.&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing serious, and seriously play.&lt;br /&gt;Run through more fields and gaze at more stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said this, and now i feel like POOP.&lt;br /&gt;her name's Cynthia &lt;a href="http://i-have-cancer-it-doesnt-have-me.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://i-have-cancer-it-doesnt-have-me.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been complaining and grumbling to much about living and i do not realize it. i think i ought to shut up. i feel awful &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(makes a mental note to self: Gwen, you better live)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, allow me to complain. i had a &lt;em&gt;helluva time&lt;/em&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i even had dinner alone in cartel. i meant serious business whn i sat down to study, instd i look across the table and begun observing this quirky guy having dinner. thank you to vanessa for accompanying me for about an hour or so. and thank you to the baby mynah which was with me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always get stood up, i feel so f-ed up. especially whn its that person who arranged for a date. and once more after ps-ing me, you leave me with nothing to do for an entire day. people always ruin my day, sometimes i look forward to ruining theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/400/it%20hurts.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;maybe one day i'll be like that, maybe one day i'll help people like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time check: 2005h&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114579177427507085?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114579177427507085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114579177427507085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114579177427507085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114579177427507085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-baby-mynah-will-soon-be-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114563710571102248</id><published>2006-04-22T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:31:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wrote this a few days ago and i am still feeling it.&lt;br /&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/6980/411/320/help%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so much stress, and anger I could slam by head against the wall. And you know what, my head would not bleed, the wall would crack. Life’s pretty kcuf up recently. Everything’s piling up and my school work is not making it better. Is it just me or what? Something’s wrong and I do not know what. Everyone seemed so relax and all, is it jut because I don’t know how to do the questions that’s why I am pist?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time check 1230pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114563710571102248?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114563710571102248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114563710571102248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114563710571102248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114563710571102248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wrote-this-few-days-ago-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114532757705858687</id><published>2006-04-18T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:32:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im not in school and im not suppose to be blogging but i dont give a heck.&lt;br /&gt;its going to be recess and we're gna celebrate yee yee's birthday with a BIG CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;psst, its chocolate. (: annnnnd i got a huge stack of tissue in my bag for everyone later on.&lt;br /&gt;im am such a nice person.    : D its getting really boring and its CME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she walk pass the garden, flowers bloom with glory&lt;br /&gt;the birds whistled their mellow tune&lt;br /&gt;the fruits were harvested with her lovely hands&lt;br /&gt;she brought forth the love for everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114532757705858687?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114532757705858687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114532757705858687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114532757705858687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114532757705858687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-in-school-and-im-not-suppose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114511497459102641</id><published>2006-04-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:35:05.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/The%20Pos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/The%20Pos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LOOK. im serious. everythg is like, OOOOOO. what the heck! if its so trendy, i shall be called GWENO. but its really interesting. they all lie in the same area. VEEKO and WANKO is beside each other. one shop down is ALDO and opposite it is TIANPO. mmmmmm lallla. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;today's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GREENIE'S&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;day! i really had fun. i've been so crazy today. thank YOU &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;. you have made today &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unbelievably, amazingly, marvelously, wonderfully, exceptionally, incredibly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;FANTASTIC&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/200/Leap%20For%20JOY.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've got jasmine leaping for joy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Confessions.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Confessions.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;evrytime i want to do something &lt;em&gt;physically&lt;/em&gt;, i do not have the &lt;u&gt;confidence&lt;/u&gt; to. the fact that my knee is not healing turns evrythg to &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;. its been &lt;strong&gt;more than a year&lt;/strong&gt;. i've pinned all my hopes on every doctor i visited but noone cld tell me what exactly happened to my knee. everyone's saying different things, noone's making a &lt;em&gt;difference&lt;/em&gt;. i've &lt;u&gt;wished&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;hoped&lt;/u&gt;, but as i said. my wishes dont come true. yet i've yearned for &lt;strong&gt;miracles&lt;/strong&gt; to happen, which i have not come across. maybe &lt;strong&gt;miracles&lt;/strong&gt; did happened! but i was too &lt;em&gt;blind&lt;/em&gt; to see. i want to believe in such things but everyone's making it hard for me to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;okay stop those crap right! i knew it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you soooo &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;time check: 1130pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114511497459102641?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114511497459102641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114511497459102641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114511497459102641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114511497459102641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/look.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114502895801884746</id><published>2006-04-14T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:42:59.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is really useful for some of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Superb typing skills&lt;/strong&gt;. Twits have amazingly mastered their pathetic little brains to control their fingers to type with alternate caps. I'd suggest they stop doing that else their poor brain will explode soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Attention grabbers.&lt;/strong&gt; Twits love attention. And that's what we're here for. Twits would resort to any methods just to get attention, such as using their ever whiney voice to scream at an ant 10 metres away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Horrible language&lt;/strong&gt;. A very prominent factor of a twit. You will never spot them without lehs, lors and lahs in their sentences. Most of the time its incomprehensible. Thanks to the fact that we proper homo-sapiens have the ability to analyse and digest infomation, we've cleverly outwitted them. That is, WE are able to understand what they say; but their mutilated brains are unable to understand our language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;extracted from Museum of Twits &lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com"&gt;http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/200347192-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/200347192-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dad's gone to Thailand for 10 days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my sister wont be back till Sunday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she left for Australia 3 weeks ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its just my mother and I attacking all those mundane household chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she could be use to it, but im not.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;i guess im spoilt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this picture rly describes us. : D&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/200347192-002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/200347192-002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MARISSE, she's been with me for like, 7 years or so. since we're juvenile delinquents and so naive and innocent. now we're so &lt;em&gt;jaded&lt;/em&gt; and worn out by life's affairs. but i still love her. like how i love &lt;strong&gt;vanessa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many people in my life. some come and go, but most people have been laid in my memories. i will probably forget thm whn i i turn old and my hair turn grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have taken away the sheer need of blogging evryday frm my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO-DO LIST.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my buddy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more often than not, im really &lt;em&gt;sensitive&lt;/em&gt;. so im sorry if i misunderstood you. i believe im just too aware of TOO MUCH THINGS. i worry too much about everythg! including &lt;strong&gt;YOU. &lt;/strong&gt;you're mood and emotions have been constantly drummed into my mind recently (not trying to be disgusting). you have kept me thinking WHY are you this way. you deserve to be happy and to really be what you alr are on the outside. you just need to forget any horrible stuff becos in life, thr's always something somewhat better in your life to think about. the list cld go on forever, including simple and small things like a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for me, normally a smile from a buddy, a pal or someone special cld keep me going for ages. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perchance, all you need is that little thing to make you feel btr. sometimes you find me moody, im probably worrying and thinking. &amp; during that period of time, i can be myself bcos i guess i wasn't affecting anyone. its like class period and im really not talkg to any person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, whn thr's sth to worry about; thr will be sth to be glad about. you're life aint screwed up, you knw my idea of a screwed up life. to be worrying about sth alr means you life is pretty aint screwed up. if being silly and wuliao cld brighten you up for awhile, BE THAT WAY. whn small things accumulate, it becomes big! like i can collect every smile frm you, store it away in a box. and whn im down, i can just open it up! you have to stop thinking about lousy stuff, AS YOU KNOW, &lt;strong&gt;THE &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREENIES&lt;/span&gt; ROCK! you &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have this really horrid feeling i've been repeating myself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thr's so much more i want to say but i somehow cant put in down in words and besides, i cant really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/huina%20and%20gwen.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;remember me as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who will be there for you. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time check: 1135pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/25184199-114502895801884746?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114502895801884746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114502895801884746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114502895801884746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114502895801884746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-really-useful-for-some-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114475921388763384</id><published>2006-04-11T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:40:13.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey girl i wanna catch your wave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey girl i wanna drift away with you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song is nice okay! but i bet i'll get sick of it really soon. anw, i got to rush through bcos i have a sickening physics test tmr. =( tell me about it. i just realized i have a test everyday of this week. &lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY'S A HOLIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;yeah baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured, i only want what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Parents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking dawn sweet majesty&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow brings a more glorious morn&lt;br /&gt;My pen will not let my memory fade&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of a new day born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i felt as though the trees outside were trying to talk to me, &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt;. maybe i am &lt;em&gt;imaginating&lt;/em&gt; too much. or perhaps im just too &lt;strong&gt;caught up&lt;/strong&gt; in my own life to &lt;em&gt;understand&lt;/em&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you once again my guardian angel for being so kind and understanding, there is no prejudice in you. you're just so pure/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my angel, sometimes i rly envy you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;time check: 0840pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114475921388763384?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114475921388763384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114475921388763384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114475921388763384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114475921388763384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-girl-i-wanna-catch-your-wave-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114459360681909875</id><published>2006-04-09T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:42:48.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Poor%20monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;im thankful i've got such a sweet girl like vanessa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;im amazed i've met a guy like darren&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;im blessed to have a sister like MC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im just fortunate to have such &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRILLIANT FANTASTIC &amp; WONDERFUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;people like you guys arnd me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;and i must learn to cherish every one and all of &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00451.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is huina and jasmine during birdy's party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Poor%20monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Poor%20monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and OH MY GOSH, i really hate it whn i dont understand :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Huina Yanyi and Jasmine, you three are such &lt;em&gt;fine asses! &lt;/em&gt;bloody hell! i think i've found my true group. every so often, i do not knw whr i belong to. but you three INDEED rock my &lt;em&gt;boxers&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;today stacy taught me something: &lt;em&gt;a relationship with no quarrels will never be a true relationship. you'll cherish your other evermore whn you go through obstacles and difficulties. she really made a whole lot of sense. TONNES of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;from marisse: &lt;em&gt;you know , I have this friend who said somethingvery f-ed up the other day.HE said that the best part of relationships is the courting partand then after that , it stinks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i think: no wonder &lt;strong&gt;most &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;but not &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; MALE SPECIES are so low class, they do not have brains. no wonder i have such extreme dislike for them. oh hell most males shld be extinct.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00474.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you shouldn't go near &lt;u&gt;Marisse Caine&lt;/u&gt;. she in actual fact is &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; hazardous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;through the breeze and the trees and you tease me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time check: 1038pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114459360681909875?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114459360681909875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114459360681909875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114459360681909875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114459360681909875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114452001461177038</id><published>2006-04-09T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:52:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114452001461177038?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114452001461177038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114452001461177038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114452001461177038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114452001461177038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114448986204673802</id><published>2006-04-08T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:54:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/trapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/trapped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, you dont really need anything else besides your eyes to see the &lt;strong&gt;world&lt;/strong&gt; and humankind will make you &lt;em&gt;weep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time keeps slipping away&lt;br /&gt;And time will turn to grey&lt;br /&gt;And time will be the one who holds you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, youjing will be celebrating her brithday&lt;br /&gt;all the aliens on planet Mars will be there&lt;br /&gt;i will be there too and just in case i'll be back late&lt;br /&gt;im blogging just before i leave, at 6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wld choose &lt;em&gt;water&lt;/em&gt; over &lt;em&gt;wine&lt;/em&gt; because i could never &lt;strong&gt;afford&lt;/strong&gt; wine, i wld choose &lt;em&gt;simplicity&lt;/em&gt; over &lt;em&gt;complications&lt;/em&gt; because i know i will go &lt;strong&gt;flipping mental&lt;/strong&gt;, i chose &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; over &lt;em&gt;everyone else&lt;/em&gt; because im certain you bring the &lt;strong&gt;best out of me&lt;/strong&gt;. i cld &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt; instd of &lt;em&gt;someone else&lt;/em&gt; for im sure you'll still be &lt;strong&gt;thr for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/YES.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/YES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i ran arnd &lt;em&gt;shrubs&lt;/em&gt;, looked under &lt;em&gt;benches&lt;/em&gt;, climbed up &lt;em&gt;trees&lt;/em&gt;, rolled over &lt;em&gt;grass&lt;/em&gt;, dig under &lt;em&gt;earth&lt;/em&gt; and still have no idea what im searching for. and just when i lay down and put my feet up on the coffee table, i realized i had no &lt;em&gt;goal in mind&lt;/em&gt;. i sat down facing my study table about to take a book out of my bag, and i discovered i &lt;em&gt;do not knw&lt;/em&gt; what to study. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel so clueless recently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wished you weren't so screw. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time check: 0550pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;got to go for youjing's party any moment soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114448986204673802?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114448986204673802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114448986204673802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114448986204673802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114448986204673802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-know-you-dont-really-need-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114441249235397027</id><published>2006-04-07T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:08:33.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00250.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00250.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is my baby cousin, Annabelle Grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel of bad news&lt;br /&gt;please take away my &lt;strong&gt;burden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bring people &lt;em&gt;woes&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;miseries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the &lt;strong&gt;bearer&lt;/strong&gt; no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mom told me this today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not like someone easily, and when i like, im really serious. and she asked will i stand strong or be hurt simply. but not kind hearted, so if someone hurts me; i will make things complicated for that person. &amp; i think what she said is in fact, really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/Sumi%20People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/Sumi%20People.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was Peirce's Sports Day&lt;br /&gt;&amp; AngMoKio's Investiture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'VE GUESSED IT!&lt;/strong&gt; i went to the investiture with xinmin tracy. and we packed up the council room. the room's really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;hot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now. (: and we did a little arrangement here and thr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hides behind the plateau seeking &lt;strong&gt;refuge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her &lt;em&gt;castle&lt;/em&gt;, her &lt;em&gt;shack&lt;/em&gt;, her lovely &lt;em&gt;adobe&lt;/em&gt;, whatever she wishes it to be&lt;br /&gt;The place where &lt;strong&gt;regrets&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;u&gt;buried&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when &lt;strong&gt;hatred&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;u&gt;never remembered&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young child then begin to &lt;em&gt;dance&lt;/em&gt; to the exquisite harmony of the sparrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time check 0905pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114441249235397027?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114441249235397027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114441249235397027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114441249235397027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114441249235397027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-my-baby-cousin-annabelle-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114432759084140270</id><published>2006-04-06T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:50:58.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/autumn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer became autumn&lt;br /&gt;leaves turned maple red, golden yellow then murky brown&lt;br /&gt;summer petals faded and curled&lt;br /&gt;and what comes next, i do not knw. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean really HAVE NO IDEA! i cant think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thinking caps are not operating. its sizzled.&lt;br /&gt;i need rest! i need break! youjing's bday is on saturday, its BREAK DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKIRA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/DSC00445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/DSC00445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wet grass beneath her feet, above her the moon faces the sun. the journey seemed long, but with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it never takes more than twenty steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to Peifen:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she grew fond of honey, it could never satisfy her &lt;strong&gt;greed&lt;/strong&gt;. but when dying and ageing gets to her, she knws she's had &lt;u&gt;enough&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Bruce sticker, above my pigeon hole.&lt;br /&gt;now &lt;strong&gt;GET LOST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;time check 0850pm&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/25184199-114432759084140270?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114432759084140270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114432759084140270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114432759084140270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114432759084140270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-became-autumn-leaves-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114424933548767795</id><published>2006-04-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:02:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/look%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/look%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell into a bottomless pit; if I could grab hold onto something, I would. But the creepy crawlies would come after me no doubt; I could sense their eyes tracing my every movement. But what are the odds for me to escape? Strings entwined amongst the vines, you threw it down, it became gleaming hope. And what comes next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peck like what &lt;strong&gt;MC&lt;/strong&gt; said, cld mean the whole world to someone, but to some others; they belittle it. small things make the biggest difference, look at it that way. that peck made all my wrongs right, it turned my frown &lt;em&gt;upright&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darren says im really cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time check 1103pm&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/25184199-114424933548767795?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114424933548767795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114424933548767795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114424933548767795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114424933548767795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-fell-into-bottomless-pit-if-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114422118535128669</id><published>2006-04-05T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:13:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in school, dying. Physics test had just ended, and I'm most certain I have a whole load of careless errors. Like A LOT! It's slapdash slipshod. Anythg you wldn't wna find in a test paper. This is dreadfully horrendous. I mean, its not like I do not knw how to do at all and that’s the whole entire point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will my sister be hme, it's been so long. Despite the fact that I've alrd grown accustomed to not having her arnd and having the big table for myself. :DAnd Teresa, it's pretty cool studying in Australia. And esp studying  PSYCHOLOGY. Its an interesting subject! it'll be fun! I wld go if I have enough bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cld &lt;strong&gt;tiptoe&lt;/strong&gt; and touch the sky, i cld &lt;strong&gt;lift my head&lt;/strong&gt; and see my angel. i cld &lt;strong&gt;reach out&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; and hold his hand. but right now, &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wont&lt;/strong&gt;. in fact, i wonder when will my time here be up. perhaps &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; will take me away in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think my angel's behind me. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i'll blog the rest at hme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time check 0310pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114422118535128669?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114422118535128669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114422118535128669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114422118535128669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114422118535128669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-in-school-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114415961354698956</id><published>2006-04-04T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:16:51.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/shack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/shack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields and meadows in pinkish hue&lt;br /&gt;The rays of sunlight in its tranquility&lt;br /&gt;In the diary brought forth; crinkling yellow&lt;br /&gt;Scribbled words, worthless yet bittersweet&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;i was walking home just now whn i suddenly considered the fact that thr truly are &lt;strong&gt;angels&lt;/strong&gt; out there. and &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; is protecting every single one of us&lt;em&gt;. one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;who do not judge us for who we are, instd for what we are. &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; who is willing to understand us, accept us and never to look down on us. &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; who still stand up for us, love us, believe in us. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;if&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my angel is standing behind me looking over my shoulder, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waters &lt;em&gt;swirled&lt;/em&gt; together like current, pulling me deeper into their depths. they want me to feel their &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;remorse&lt;/strong&gt;, they want me to be &lt;strong&gt;miserable&lt;/strong&gt;. all i need is a gentle tug to lift me up, to bring my feet back onto ground. all i need is a safety line, to secure me ashore. to prevent the &lt;strong&gt;hideous&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;monster&lt;/strong&gt; below the lake from &lt;em&gt;devouring&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time check&lt;/em&gt; 1010pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im late for my study hour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114415961354698956?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114415961354698956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114415961354698956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114415961354698956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114415961354698956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/fields-and-meadows-in-pinkish-hue-rays.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114407116345531124</id><published>2006-04-03T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:12:24.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/mirror2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/mirror2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my brains are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sizzling &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's &lt;strong&gt;physics&lt;/strong&gt; oozing out from evry single pore in my body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet whn my mind is set&lt;br /&gt;im still here facing the screen&lt;br /&gt;scribbling useless thoughts and worthless words&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless i find it &lt;strong&gt;enchanting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be able to express my innermost thoughts&lt;br /&gt;in the form of words &lt;em&gt;for you to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could understand all the hurt and sufferings you enemy had gone through, will your heart still be filled with the hatred if once felt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why cant i think this way, why cant i be mature? have adolescence not crept away? is it still lingering somewhr inside of me. i behave like a &lt;strong&gt;juvenile&lt;/strong&gt;, is it jus cos' i want to feel happy and &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;, or do i just not want to show how i truly feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if i ever look at someone straight at his/her eyes; i cld feel &lt;em&gt;sadness&lt;/em&gt;, sometimes &lt;em&gt;contentment&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;bliss &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; delight&lt;/em&gt;. if its rly true and i rly feel that way by staring straight though someone's eyes and looking down deep inside, cld they do the same to &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;time check 0935pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114407116345531124?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114407116345531124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114407116345531124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114407116345531124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114407116345531124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-brains-are-sizzling-theres-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114395301435744710</id><published>2006-04-02T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:13:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/blackbeauty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/blackbeauty.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today's sunday, and im at home&lt;br /&gt;apparently; &lt;strong&gt;WITH&lt;/strong&gt; nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;therefore &lt;em&gt;voila&lt;/em&gt;! my new layout =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel wuliao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, im getting out of my house really soon&lt;br /&gt;a trip down to shaw to return the DVD i borrowed&lt;br /&gt;and off to esplanade to meet stacy marisse and her mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about this picture made me gloomy&lt;br /&gt;it makes me wanna believe that the world is really horrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH&lt;/strong&gt; in actual fact isnt at all and its just the way you look at it&lt;br /&gt;probably becos the picture looks dull, thats all&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the horse reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;black beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the blue, i like horses. &lt;em&gt;suddenly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/green%20lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/green%20lady.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/green%20lady.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is what my sister said to me in her email, its really meaningful and i hope its not an &lt;em&gt;invasion of privacy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt; my sister's in &lt;strong&gt;australia&lt;/strong&gt; having a time of her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish what you have got now and enjoy and note the simple things that you and him share. Cos most adults and couples who are long together often take things for granted. And simply did not realised and feel all these little small kiss and simple gestures.. do mean so much. We often get so "used to it", that we forgot our partners did give us a peck on the cheek or they did smile at us. Cos' everyone is just so caught up in their own mind(lives). So cherish what you've got. It's priceless and hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so indebted to my sister &amp;amp; all her precious pieces of advice. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANKS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;time check 1244pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114395301435744710?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114395301435744710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114395301435744710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114395301435744710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114395301435744710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/todays-sunday-and-im-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25184199.post-114389587144572801</id><published>2006-04-01T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:55:50.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/thinking.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/thinking.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've given up on the inside&lt;br /&gt;to figure out who you are&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless i cant assume&lt;br /&gt;you're not putting on a &lt;em&gt;facade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt;, love maybe in a matter of &lt;u&gt;seconds&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, learng to like may take a &lt;u&gt;lifetime&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or does i just not know what is like &amp; what is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/1600/its%20true.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/411/320/its%20true.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today gummy &lt;strong&gt;Miss Huina&lt;/strong&gt; made me think alot&lt;br /&gt;about my &lt;u&gt;circle of friends&lt;/u&gt; i thought&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder, have i treasured them&lt;br /&gt;every so often i doubt&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps its just a &lt;em&gt;mere conjecture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now and again, i marvel&lt;br /&gt;at the sheer contemplation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i realized i have just contradicted myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on how i ought to believe&lt;br /&gt;my life is suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she aint the prettiest, but i think she's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;0950pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25184199-114389587144572801?l=breakwaters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/feeds/114389587144572801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25184199&amp;postID=114389587144572801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114389587144572801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25184199/posts/default/114389587144572801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakwaters-.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-given-up-on-inside-to-figure-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10643541008720954004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
