<?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-6663292174191396567</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:20:40.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Passion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-2319217992042198927</id><published>2010-10-27T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:17:07.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-SQUEALS-</title><content type='html'>&gt;3&lt; Auhmahgaaawwwwdddd. I totally started reading Aphorism--which I finally manage to not type Aphrodism...--And Hinata's so hot. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like.. He looks like those hillbilly strategist. 8'DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momiji's fine too. Only if he's in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HINATA'S HAIR IS BROWN. T___T NOT GREEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S NOT A FUCKING ALRAUNE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-2319217992042198927?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2319217992042198927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=2319217992042198927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2319217992042198927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2319217992042198927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/10/squeals.html' title='-SQUEALS-'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-2985553224893487267</id><published>2010-10-22T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T03:55:04.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyehehehehe. :3</title><content type='html'>I feel particularly deviously happy today. Considering the fact that my two partners-in-crime have sent a hate mail to that annoying little bitch to the fact that I have successfully a tiny bit of her own medicine to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, on Wednesday, her best friend got robbed of her PSP and I had my family problems, and she clearly knew. And she rather comfort her friend over her materialistic lost over the relations of my mother. That did the last straw for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I deliberately ignored her, relishing in the stares that made in Renee, Visshan and mine's way as we were joking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a sadist, but I clearly have stopped bothering about her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 6 months since she started to treat us like dirt, so don't tell me that I never tried to cope with her. I did, we all did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seems that we--her friends of 3 years--are her cushion in case something happened to their Bunny Squad, apparently that was how much we are worth to her. We have told her 3 times; but like they say 3 strikes and you're out; we've stopped bothering. Even though, the last time had rendered her to tears, her thick skull still fails to receive the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her loss. Not ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-2985553224893487267?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2985553224893487267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=2985553224893487267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2985553224893487267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2985553224893487267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/10/nyehehehehe-3.html' title='Nyehehehehe. :3'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3113882508520440864</id><published>2010-10-19T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T04:52:25.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom is one fickle woman.</title><content type='html'>.___. I swear to you, if I had a dime every time her moodswings occurs, o_O I think I might be rich....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so she was like talking to me about the phone, then I just casually tell her that I know, since she told me many times. Then she sing-songed annoyingly about the running water upstairs and I just told her, irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come down, she comes in the room and starts bitching. I have NO problem with this, except she goes out, she scolds, she walks out and she scolds again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing with Asian moms are, if you don't apologize, she'll scold-acceptable, I know-but if you apologize, she ALSO scolds. So much until I pretty much don't even want to apologize anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She comes in an hour later and tells me to save up my birthday money and all. IN A FRIENDLY TONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns around and scolds me about being rude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3113882508520440864?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3113882508520440864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3113882508520440864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3113882508520440864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3113882508520440864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-mom-is-one-fickle-woman.html' title='My mom is one fickle woman.'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-6562444408147561039</id><published>2010-10-17T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:51:52.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I take back my words.</title><content type='html'>THIS IS THEIR BEST VISIT EVER! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 310 dollars richer and got a phone. X3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I has Code Geass: Lost Colors, I so wish I could understand Japanese. Dx Can't wait to do NOTHING about Euphie's death. &gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-6562444408147561039?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6562444408147561039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=6562444408147561039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6562444408147561039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6562444408147561039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-take-back-my-words.html' title='I take back my words.'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-7507282053727529662</id><published>2010-10-16T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:23:39.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho fuck.</title><content type='html'>Ari's grandparents are coming to visit, and soon, EVERYTHING.. Is gonna be awkward. Seeing that my grandpa is a... chatterbox and my grandma only speaks in chinese-in which, I can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I'm screwed. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note; ARI GOT HERSELF PIIINNKKK HEADPHONES. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-7507282053727529662?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7507282053727529662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=7507282053727529662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/7507282053727529662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/7507282053727529662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/10/ho-fuck.html' title='Ho fuck.'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1668111286717399567</id><published>2010-10-15T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:45:06.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAAAAHHH! Pimples. D:</title><content type='html'>Seriously, my pimples have been haunting me for more than 4 months, at least! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coincidentally, it started after he changed. o_O Think there's a connection? And I can't beat Captain Hook... T_T WHAT'S WRONG WITH MEEEEE? DX Plus there's a lot of close combating in Aqua's playthrough, so it's hard to get pass that one. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not interested in Terra either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEEEEEEEEEEEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of loneliness has not subsided... -sighs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1668111286717399567?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1668111286717399567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1668111286717399567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1668111286717399567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1668111286717399567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/10/gaaaahhh-pimples-d.html' title='GAAAAHHH! Pimples. D:'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-185993822802317461</id><published>2010-10-15T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T01:38:43.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm.. -yawns-</title><content type='html'>Today, going to school was an effing mistake. I came there to fill out a form to carry off my Grade 10 studies, instead they made me search our soul and find out our inner personalities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was joking about being a hippie too. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so I was like reading my Gentleman's Alliance Cross' art book and playing my PSP... Goddamn, the first time I used Aqua to beat Maleficent infront of Imran was so easy, I just PWNt her. Yet when I was alone and playing over Maleficent again, I died twice. &gt;3&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from a 1 hour nap... -rubs eyes- Nyaaaaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-185993822802317461?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/185993822802317461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=185993822802317461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/185993822802317461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/185993822802317461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/10/mmm-yawns.html' title='Mmm.. -yawns-'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1069225901228618526</id><published>2010-10-14T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T05:27:42.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-cries to self-</title><content type='html'>OMIGOSH. T_T Why does all the bad things happen to meeeee? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Borders, got meself an artbook of The Gentlemen's Alliance Cross, yea all fine and dandy, save for my mom annoying rants of my dad and his friends. After lunch I felt down the stairs and my knee is skinned, a bump on my shin and my foot is freaking incapacitated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must go to school tomorrow. HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO SCHOOL WHEN I CAN'T EVEN WALK PROPERLY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1069225901228618526?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1069225901228618526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1069225901228618526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1069225901228618526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1069225901228618526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/10/cries-to-self.html' title='-cries to self-'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1223786552170169628</id><published>2010-10-13T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:32:06.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-blinking badly- T_T</title><content type='html'>Dude, my contact lens are like.. 10 months old! They hurt whenever I put them in my eyes. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-combing hair- Having long hair is a bitch, especially since there's this... HIDEOUS line since school makes me tie up my hair. ;.; Gah, leaving for Ikea and Borders soon... And I wanted to curl my hair but it's still wet.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even decided what to wear yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, I have this uncanny urge to write again! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1223786552170169628?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1223786552170169628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1223786552170169628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1223786552170169628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1223786552170169628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/10/blinking-badly-tt.html' title='-blinking badly- T_T'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-5352785509673987247</id><published>2010-10-13T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:06:09.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR's over! :3</title><content type='html'>Seems like a long time since I've updated... I've been so lazy and pretty much forgot about my blog's existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I've played Persona 3 Portable, and I pretty much fell in love with Ryoji. T-T It was so tragic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pretty much, I died in a robot's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sound track is awesome too. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep. X3 It's so awesome... I used to get scared since the Heartless poofed outta no whair. But now I PWNed their asses. 8'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, Ventus is so cute.. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Moving along, my exam is over. o.o But strangely enough, it feels.. weird. I mean, I actually get a choice whether or not I was to go to school... Before this, I was forced to go to school. o_O;; I can sleep in, wake up late and play until I collapse of exhaustion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, I got this wave of depression. Since I feel that everything's going to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-5352785509673987247?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5352785509673987247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=5352785509673987247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5352785509673987247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5352785509673987247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/10/pmrs-over-3.html' title='PMR&apos;s over! :3'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3054549140650045905</id><published>2010-04-14T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:17:00.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Day! 8D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, April 14th, was Black Day, a Korean day where girls would celebrate about being single. Yea, I know; I've been trying to get rid of it. And someone is telling me to celebrate it, how ironic. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I went to tuition, sat with Nicholas and Kenny. Talked a lot. xD And I had to do the chapter 2 test for History. &gt;.&gt; Aiyo, I confirm fail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, right after tuition, 6.00PM, I went to Nat's house and, man, Takashi [her dog] HATES ME. He keep barking and barking at me like I stole his bone or something. xD Apparently, her house was empty, her mom had went out to the salon. So we just sat at the compy and just served the net. I WEBCAMMED WITH TATE. AND... I didn't know it could hear us talk. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 7.30 when we went to fetch Jolynn, I was the only one who didn't bring a camera. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Korean restaurant, opposite of Mcdonalds in Taipan. Yea, we ate soba noodles, beef strips--that seemed tasteless--and chicken, that was.. so.. drool-worthy. Before that, Nat and I were.. experimenting with chopsticks, cause I couldn't learn how to use them. Yea, we were competing who could pick up an oyster. I managed to do it... and when I cheered; it dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate up to RM 78.10, all three of us having to pay RM 26. I sponsored the 10 cent. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolynn and I both agreed that we were still hungry, so we went to Mcdonald's. We three ordered a chicken nugget set and I got 4 apple pie for personal devouring. :D It went up to RM 38.85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home to watch Glee. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3054549140650045905?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3054549140650045905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3054549140650045905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3054549140650045905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3054549140650045905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/04/black-day-8d.html' title='Black Day! 8D'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-6574801652220726745</id><published>2010-03-03T03:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T03:29:45.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm NOT DEAD! :DDD</title><content type='html'>But I'm hungry. Like... seriously hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, zomg. o.o I boy-crazy wei. o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-6574801652220726745?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6574801652220726745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=6574801652220726745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6574801652220726745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6574801652220726745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-dead-ddd.html' title='I&apos;m NOT DEAD! :DDD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4271436897521524406</id><published>2010-02-04T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T05:31:47.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zomg, so anxious..</title><content type='html'>I.. seriously want to confirm something. :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4271436897521524406?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4271436897521524406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4271436897521524406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4271436897521524406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4271436897521524406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2010/02/zomg-so-anxious.html' title='Zomg, so anxious..'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1452727976788690662</id><published>2009-12-12T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:59:05.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 64% mentally unstable... xD</title><content type='html'>[ ] You have screamed at an inanimate object for 'hurting you.'&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door. [... :x]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle. [Accidentally, really.. o__O]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks. [Am I the only one who does that? ._.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have run into a tree/bush. [Accidentally. :X]&lt;br /&gt;[X ] You have been called a blond. [coughjancough]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You just tried to lick your elbow. [OUT OF CURIOUSITY!]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star had the same melody [Along with Mary Had a Little Lamb. ^ ^~]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You just sang them to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit. [... &gt;.&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You type with three fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen asleep in class. [Exam really...]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you just can't stop thinking. [True...]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your 'inside voice.'&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use your fingers to do simple math. [..:x]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug accidentally&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it. [Once..]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time. e.g. picks, cards, pens, phones, money, keys etc.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have posted bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You tilt your head when you're confused.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] The word "um" is used frequently.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You plan to use a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your total,&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 4,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the title as : I'm ___% mentally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. EDEN.&lt;br /&gt;2. SEKI.&lt;br /&gt;3. NAT.&lt;br /&gt;4. JOLYNN.&lt;br /&gt;5~10. ReADING THIS. WAHAHAHA. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1452727976788690662?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1452727976788690662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1452727976788690662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1452727976788690662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1452727976788690662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-64-mentally-unstable-xd.html' title='I am 64% mentally unstable... xD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-555829594894538859</id><published>2009-12-04T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:11:41.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I took up piano again. xD</title><content type='html'>Yush, I can play London Bridge and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. And two bars of Minuet - Bach. 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-555829594894538859?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/555829594894538859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=555829594894538859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/555829594894538859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/555829594894538859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-took-up-piano-again-xd.html' title='I took up piano again. xD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-2154235777297900265</id><published>2009-11-27T02:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:57:31.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays so far..</title><content type='html'>Ahahahahaha, holidays are kinda boring. All I do is rot at home, play Sims 3, play Apollo Justice or just... rot. :X Well, at least Eden comes on more frequently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm broke. :D I bought 8 volumes of manga. I never spent Rm 100 so fast before. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Popsie is getting me a messenger bag. Eden is getting me the D.Gray-Man emblem.  &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop "&lt;3" :X...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaaah, bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-2154235777297900265?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2154235777297900265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=2154235777297900265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2154235777297900265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2154235777297900265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/11/holidays-so-far.html' title='Holidays so far..'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-5836992115174495344</id><published>2009-11-21T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T06:45:29.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happeh Happeh birthday to Edenie</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Edeeennn~&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. :X Now I'm not older than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had fun on your birthday! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-5836992115174495344?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5836992115174495344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=5836992115174495344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5836992115174495344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5836992115174495344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/11/happeh-happeh-birthday-to-edenie.html' title='Happeh Happeh birthday to Edenie'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-8120575535268684497</id><published>2009-11-06T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T04:08:40.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sighs- An utter disaster...</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up with full intent to go to school and tell the scouts that I wasn't going to the camp today.. And I came back, with 2 hours spent on being depressed and three books... How the hell did this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought it might be a good day, boy was I wrong... When I came to school, I went at the back of the school and found Sophie, Sin Loon and Jincen. He said that he heard I couldn't go, and I confirmed it. And then, he asked what was the problem. It was because of the weather, the uniform and the packing time and he said. "It's more fun when the weather's like this." "GO buylah." "I packed in one hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the answer to everything, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that I'd regret it, and he just walked away... And I think my heart really hurt; because I hated disappointing someone. But, then again if I told him the real reason why; I'd start crying in front of him since I hated telling how I really felt when it was complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason was because Nat--whose grandmother passed away recently--couldn't go because she had a funeral to attend. I felt lonely, because I was going to be the only one there, the only new female recruit, even now, I feel like a total outcast... Plus, Bridget was going and she likes to pick on me, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because, I thought that my reason for wanting to go was because I could talk to him. I ... really had no interest in scouts; that's why I thought myself as shallow and my reason wasn't good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I haven't the courage to face him so I did what I could to let out my frustrations; I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few rounds around the school and also many attempts to try and go behind the school and failing miserably, I saw Ashveenk going out of the Living Skills lab, so I just followed him. I told him that Nat and I couldn't go. In the middle of it all, I was near to tears because I despise telling people how I was feeling. He asked if I was okay and I just said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I had tried to gather my courage to phone Nat and ask her advice; but her phone was off, so I was on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to the back hall, talking to Sin Loon and Ash. I was really thankful since I thought I was going to suffer this alone, but Ash cheered me up a little. Then, Sophie and Jincen came. It really did hurt when Jincen said that I was allowed to go home since I wasn't going. It made me feel that I wasn't welcomed; like I was treated truly like an outcast. Oh well, he didn't know why I really wanted to not go, so I can't blame him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hadn't the courage to face him anymore, so I just took out my PSP and just played, trying to forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash asked Joshua to go to the canteen with him; though I wished Joshua went, so I could have one-on-one talk with Jincen. Then, Ash asked me since I was the only there, so I agreed since he cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my brother and I went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... don't know how to face Jincen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Nat were here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-8120575535268684497?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8120575535268684497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=8120575535268684497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8120575535268684497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8120575535268684497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/11/sighs-utter-disaster.html' title='-sighs- An utter disaster...'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-9197054045463233553</id><published>2009-11-04T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:04:48.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>;DDDD Pontengi school can lead to many opportunies~</title><content type='html'>xDD Ahahahah. Today at school, we had a expedition about... counseling. :DDD But Natty and I followed Jincen and friends to the Kawasan Larangan and found out there was a lot of wood. Turns out, they were having scouting camp, so we helped out. Well, I didn't all I did was... Pwn Kar Chun and VIcknesh in Uno, examining and reading... So... XD;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my camera and mp3 as well. XD There's quite a bit of pictures but, bah, I'm too lazy to upload. Not much things happened, until the Scout Master came.... I forgot his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, blah, blah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 5 minutes to realize I was actually alone in the hall. So, yea, I quickly scurried to where they were.. In fear I might get raped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they were something about mud... And... people... climbing on stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jincen invited both Nat and I to scout camp. And I'm having the biggest decision of the weekend and my kokurikulum years left. x.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-9197054045463233553?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/9197054045463233553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=9197054045463233553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/9197054045463233553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/9197054045463233553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/11/dddd-pontengi-school-can-lead-to-many.html' title=';DDDD Pontengi school can lead to many opportunies~'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-2712635182191993154</id><published>2009-10-30T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T05:31:32.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday. :DDDD</title><content type='html'>Today, tis my birthday. X3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is over. :DDDD Nat was the only one who gave me a present. it was signed by ahem. ;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eats cake-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-2712635182191993154?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2712635182191993154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=2712635182191993154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2712635182191993154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2712635182191993154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-birthday-dddd.html' title='My birthday. :DDDD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-2369991706473944484</id><published>2009-10-24T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:56:33.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are here... X_o</title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe it was actually... On Thursday, I was just too lazy to blog about it. xD I THINK I done good on my Maths, maybe just a pass. :X Moral wasn't hard either. I'm worried about Science, English, Sejarah, Geography and Melay... x.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seni also .... Teacher took our book; cannot study properly. What is it with her? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want us to pass but cannot give us back our book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea, I'm supposed to be studying, but I'm on the computer instead. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-2369991706473944484?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2369991706473944484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=2369991706473944484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2369991706473944484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2369991706473944484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-here-xo.html' title='Exams are here... X_o'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1352103329186902860</id><published>2009-10-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:13:35.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures! :DDDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 697px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 338px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1490.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 338px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 682px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1485.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 599px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1483.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 513px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1482.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 328px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc96/Takimi-chan/IMG_1491.jpg" alt="" 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/6663292174191396567-1352103329186902860?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1352103329186902860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1352103329186902860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1352103329186902860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1352103329186902860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures-dddd.html' title='Pictures! :DDDD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-5779002955868065223</id><published>2009-10-17T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:19:02.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just came back from Visshan's birthday party! :D</title><content type='html'>Today was so fricking fun! X3 I'm definitely coming next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there at about 1.00-ish. And I found them playing Twister with... Genia's ass stretched, I got commented on how I looked "emo/gothic/lala" Ish. &gt;&lt; class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dissidia, DJ Max, Class of Heroes, Riviera, etc. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Natty came! She was wearing goddamn colorful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; With tie, some more. She sat next to me and then, she was playing Dynasty Warriors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Strikeforce&lt;/span&gt; and she asked me whether she can play DJ Max. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; That girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sudah&lt;/span&gt; obsess. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; After a while, Darren and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jincen&lt;/span&gt; came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all huddled in a little corner, playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PSPs&lt;/span&gt; and talking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;  Until, they said our turn to play Twister. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; I played, hiding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; in Natty's bag. .... Apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jincen's&lt;/span&gt; ass touched my face, my boob AND my leg. After a while, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jincen&lt;/span&gt; quit and it came down to me, Nat, Jen, Darren and a another kid; Mark. After being told that my knee couldn't be on the floor, I forfeit, MY LIMBS FELT LIKE THEY WERE ON FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back and saw that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jincen&lt;/span&gt; was playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; [Dynasty Warriors] and I sat across him. He apologized about shoving his ass in my body parts and then, we were all quiet. Then, some kids were playing hide and seek and I joked that a kid was behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; So random..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat next to him and told him why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; worked because he didn't seem to know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; He was playing a lot, then I played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Dissidia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; We were talking for about 30 minutes until they started the water fight. He suddenly asked me on my thoughts on whether guys with piercing looked stupid and I said no. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, they brought in the cake and then we had miniature food fight. THEY WASTED SECRET RECIPE CAKE!! So sad... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Apparently, a lot of stuff got cake on them, my pants, my shoe, then I stepped on cake with my bare foot. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside and into the room with food, I continued to play DJ Max, with Darren and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Jincen&lt;/span&gt; watching. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Apparently, they wanted to play; but mom say be extra careful with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;, so I very stingy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the mother asked us to serve wine upstairs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Jincen&lt;/span&gt; was like: "Wine?! COOL! Can I have some?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom gave him but he was like getting hyper and drunk. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; While Nat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Kar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt; warm up for shuffling.  Then, all of them went up and shuffled while I played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Dissidia&lt;/span&gt;, apparently Sui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Kiet&lt;/span&gt;, Darren and Melina were all there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Darren, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Kar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Jincen&lt;/span&gt; played DJ Max, but they all sucked at it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;xDDDD&lt;/span&gt; They keep dying. It was like... 7, then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Jincen&lt;/span&gt; and Darren went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Vicknesh&lt;/span&gt;;s party.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;  Then, we were all bored with Melina asking me who I liked. We went up and watched movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened then. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was like so much fun.. and... so long since I updated. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-5779002955868065223?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5779002955868065223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=5779002955868065223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5779002955868065223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5779002955868065223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-came-back-from-visshans-birthday.html' title='Just came back from Visshan&apos;s birthday party! :D'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4567200493556211050</id><published>2009-10-06T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:58:51.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah. XD</title><content type='html'>Rules of the game:Once you are tagged, you MUST DO this quiz and tag 16 friends, including the person who tagged you.Copy and paste everything, do it and repost the title with whatever rank you were given.Ranks are given at the bottom of this noteIf you have done something in this school which is indicated by the sentence, mark the [ ] on the left side of the thing you have done with a X.Let the game begin.&lt;br /&gt;Level 1:&lt;br /&gt;[  X] Sleep in class. {Exams.. xD}&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Talked in class. Normal&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Not seating at your own place in class. Normal&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Scolded by a teacher. Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Litter the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;[X  ] Did not do your homework at least 15 times.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Submitted your homework late at least 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Came late for school at least 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Brought/wore home clothes without school's permission.&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Brought/wore jewellery to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Did not pay attention in class for at least 60% of the time. Its not my fault that the lessons are so boring&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cried out "sian" or "wa lao wei"and"diam cet lar" to the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[  X] Plucked a flower/ killed a plant in school.&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Copied other people's homework in desperation.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Played a trick on your classmates/teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sent for detention class.&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Late in class.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Not wearing your school uniform (if you have) properly.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Shouted at the top of your voice during lesson time.&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Scolding vulgarities in class.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Spotted hairstyle deemed unacceptable by the school.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Used a school facility without school's permission.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Played soccer/basketball or any other sports in classroom.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Singing loudly during lesson.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Walking around the class aimlessly during lesson time.&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Did not greet the teacher properly&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Went to the toilet during lesson time without permission. ( Just sneak out )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Played a trick on the teacher during april fools.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Used the teacher's table as a rubbish dump.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made yourself a nuisance to the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Was asked to stay back after school/ break time.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made a fool out of morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wasted the school's toilet paper. [ my school don't supply toilet paper. ]&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Sabotaged someone.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Irritated someone.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4:&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Forged your parent's signature.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Forged a classmate's signature.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Forged a teacher's signature.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made rude remarks to the school cleaners in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Flew a paper aeroplane down from the school from at least the fourth storey.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5:&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Fiddling with your handphone during lesson time.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Played with your PSP in school. I want to.. xD&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Using school computer to play games without a teacher's permission.&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Listened to an MP3 player in school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Messed with the teacher's pigeon hole.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6:&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Vandalising with school property.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tried to defame your school in public.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Used the internet to scold teachers. (How to??)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Fought with someone in school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shoplifted in school. ( My school's not a shopping mall )&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7:&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Cheated in a class test.&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Cheated in a school examination.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cheated for your PSLE/ GCE 'O' or 'A' Level Examination. (I haven't sat for that test yet)&lt;br /&gt;[ X ] Lied to your teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Played truancy for hall assemblies/ specific lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Took drugs in school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Smoked in school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Set fire to something in the school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Locked the teacher out of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Played truancy just after coming to school just to take attendance.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9:&lt;br /&gt;[ X] Refused to pay school fees.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cheated the school money.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stole things which belonged to the school.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Bullied someone in school.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Pranked called your school.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level :10&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Raised your voice/shouted against a student leader.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Raised your voice/shouted against a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Raised your voice/shouted against your discipline master/mistress.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Raised your voice/shouted against your vice-principal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Raised your voice/shouted against your principal.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level :11&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Brought weapons to the school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Brought real firearms to the school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Brought a real bomb to the school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fired a real weapon in the school with the motive to frighten/kill.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dressed up as a terrorist to school.&lt;br /&gt;Grand total : 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 0-15 -------------{I am a good student}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you are between 16-20------------{I am a good student but with occasional trouble}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 21-30------------{I am an average student}&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 31-40------------{I am a bad student}&lt;br /&gt;f you are between 41-50------------{I am a very bad student}&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 51-60------------{I should have been caned by the discipline master}&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 61-65------------{I should have been expelled from school}&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 66-75------------{I should have been sent to a reformatory centre    &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4567200493556211050?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4567200493556211050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4567200493556211050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4567200493556211050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4567200493556211050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/10/gah-xd.html' title='Gah. XD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-8602900474441741085</id><published>2009-10-06T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:53:02.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAgged by Natty. 8D</title><content type='html'>001. Real Name: Superman, Arietta Atherischer, Batman, Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s): Nyx, Nikki, Nick, Ari, Bat, Super, Man, Man&lt;br /&gt;003. Age: 14, 234!&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope: Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;005. Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary: RAINBOW KIDS! X3&lt;br /&gt;007. Primary school: Sekolah Kebangsaan Seri Selangor&lt;br /&gt;008. Secondary school: SMK USJ 4&lt;br /&gt;009. College: Not yet&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;011. Hair length: Touching the waist&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: Depends... xD If DIonne, Karisma and Nat are there, yea, I'm pretty loud.&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans&lt;br /&gt;014: Phone or camera: Phony.&lt;br /&gt;015. Health Freak: Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: Neither&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: Yes. XD&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink: Both&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: 4&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: Well.. I used to put the fake Powerpuff Girls Tattoo over my skin.&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti-social: Social&lt;br /&gt;022. Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing: Standard 2. :D&lt;br /&gt;024. First relationship: ....;.;&lt;br /&gt;025. First Best Friend: Cheng Ivy, Geetha, Ng Ivy, Phik Wei, Zhi Guan, Nitya, Dionne, Angelene, Vanesa, Hapreet.&lt;br /&gt;026. First Award: Stadard ...6ish. XD&lt;br /&gt;027. First Kiss: ..:X&lt;br /&gt;028. First Pet: Iguana.&lt;br /&gt;029. First Big Vacation: Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;030. First Love at first sight: ...:X&lt;br /&gt;031. First Big Birthday: None.&lt;br /&gt;032. First Surgery: None&lt;br /&gt;033. Unique or Common: Unique&lt;br /&gt;034. Orange or Apple juice: Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;035. Rock or Rap: Rock&lt;br /&gt;036. Country or Screamo: Country&lt;br /&gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet boys: NSYNC&lt;br /&gt;038. Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera: Christina Aquilera&lt;br /&gt;039. Night or Day: I like.. Night... But sometimes, it creeps me out. XD&lt;br /&gt;040. Sun or Moon: Moon&lt;br /&gt;041. TV or Internet: Internet&lt;br /&gt;042. Playstation or XboX: Both 8D&lt;br /&gt;043. Kiss or hug: Both xD&lt;br /&gt;044. Iguana or turtle: ...Iggers or Gibs... Hm.. Hard choice. XD&lt;br /&gt;045. Spider or bee: Neither&lt;br /&gt;046. Fall or spring: Both&lt;br /&gt;047. limewire or iTunes: iTunes&lt;br /&gt;048. Soccer or baseball: Sit infront of compy.&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: Milo.&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level: Goddamn hyper.&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: an XBOX. XD&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: My typing.&lt;br /&gt;054. Plan for today: Start on VN. x.o&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for: This quiz to end.&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy Level: High.&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone: Yes&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids: Yes. In role Plays.&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married: I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;060. When: When I ...um.. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;061. How many kid: TWINNIES&lt;br /&gt;062. Any name on the mind: .... Yes, Giotto. XD&lt;br /&gt;063. Love or Money : LURVE.... The Chips. :D&lt;br /&gt;064. Acting or Singing : Singing.&lt;br /&gt;065. Mellow future or wild: I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;066. Something you would never try: Commit incest. XD&lt;br /&gt;067. Which is the better in the guy/girl you like(in the future): Personality&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes: ...I have no idea.,&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny: I'm really more on.. the Funny side. xD&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller: Taller&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring: Protective. xD;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous: Both? xD&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: Tummy. xD&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship: Relationship&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant: ....&lt;br /&gt;077. Muscular or normal: ....I just like nicely toned...&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: Nope&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken a bone: Nope&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: No way&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense: No&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody: Never&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart: No?&lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken: Kind of?&lt;br /&gt;086. Been arrested: No.&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: ..Heck, I smiled when my uncle died. o__O ...But that was when I didn't know what it meant when someone died. xD;&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;089. Do you believe in yourself: Sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: Yes&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight: Yes&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: Yes&lt;br /&gt;093. When do you want to die: ...Uh.. I judt don't wanna die a virgin..&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy: Yes xD&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: Yes&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now: Im not sure.. But with Arixus, yea. xD&lt;br /&gt;099. How do you feel now : Itchy..&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDEN&lt;br /&gt;*SEKI&lt;br /&gt;* DIONNE&lt;br /&gt;* ARIXUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-8602900474441741085?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8602900474441741085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=8602900474441741085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8602900474441741085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8602900474441741085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/10/tagged-by-natty-8d.html' title='TAgged by Natty. 8D'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-365843869560569719</id><published>2009-09-20T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:39:46.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee!</title><content type='html'>I'm back! 8DDD WIF NO INTERNET PROBLEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-365843869560569719?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/365843869560569719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=365843869560569719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/365843869560569719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/365843869560569719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/09/wheee.html' title='Wheee!'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3804051431427585499</id><published>2009-08-31T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:23:11.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace..</title><content type='html'>R.I.P Clara Chow&lt;br /&gt;1995 - 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Sean Loh&lt;br /&gt;1995 - 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, due to my selfishness, I have mentally lost my mother and my brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3804051431427585499?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3804051431427585499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3804051431427585499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3804051431427585499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3804051431427585499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace..'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3000560802649477927</id><published>2009-08-29T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:49:17.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random update. :D FTW</title><content type='html'>I got a PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Arixus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting monthlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3000560802649477927?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3000560802649477927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3000560802649477927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3000560802649477927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3000560802649477927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-update-d-ftw.html' title='Random update. :D FTW'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3503939854995639769</id><published>2009-08-21T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:49:57.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.. again. XD</title><content type='html'>. Where did you take your profile pic?&lt;br /&gt;- Cameraz. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Grey shirt, camo shorts. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;- I want to eat. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What makes you happy most?&lt;br /&gt;- ....Currently, BUY A PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- Yggdra Union OP XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any celeb you would marry?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name some one/persons with the same birthday as you:&lt;br /&gt;- Kimberley yap. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;- No. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you speak any other languages than English?&lt;br /&gt;- Malay and japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone you've been really close passed away?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;- How long do I have to wait for PSP. D:&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;1. Middle name: Loh Jun?&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname(s):) Nyx, Nikki, Ari, Arietta, Chibi, Ari-chan, Chibi Chibi&lt;br /&gt;3. Current location: In My house 8DDD&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye color: REALLY REALLLY Dark Brown which looks like black 8D&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you get along with your parent(s): Yes 8DDD&lt;br /&gt;2.Are your parents married/separated/divorced?: Married.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: Favorites&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream: Oreo Mcflurry&lt;br /&gt;2. Season: Autumn,Winter,Spring&lt;br /&gt;3. Shampoo/conditioner: Tresemme XDDD&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Thing: My imaginary PSP&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Do You..&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance in the shower? : Hell no&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you write on your hand? : .. SOmetimes..&lt;br /&gt;3. Call people back? : Nope&lt;br /&gt;4. Believe in God? : Yes. o.o&lt;br /&gt;5. Any bad habits? : I SLUR NOOODDLESSSS&lt;br /&gt;6. Any mental health issues? : What O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Have You..&lt;br /&gt;1. Sprained stuff: No&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten stitches? : No&lt;br /&gt;4. taken painkillers: No&lt;br /&gt;5. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling: No&lt;br /&gt;6. Thrown up at the dentist: No&lt;br /&gt;7. Sworn in front of your parents?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Had detention? : No&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Who/What was the last&lt;br /&gt;1. Three people who texted you: Eden, Nat, Eden. XD&lt;br /&gt;2. Person you called: Bas uncle. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;3. Person you hugged: Nat. XD&lt;br /&gt;4. Person you tackled?: Iggy, I think? o.o&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you talked to on MSN?: Sekiunde. XD&lt;br /&gt;6. Thing you touched? : Mouse, handphones, keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;7. Thing you ate? : Prawn noodles. :D&lt;br /&gt;8. Thing you drank: WATAH.&lt;br /&gt;9. Thing you said: Lulz.&lt;br /&gt;10. Friend you saw ytd : uhh, Calvin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TAG 10 PEOPLE! AND GET THEM TO DO THE SAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;br /&gt;Seki&lt;br /&gt;Dionne&lt;br /&gt;Jolynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5~10 people who are reading this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3503939854995639769?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3503939854995639769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3503939854995639769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3503939854995639769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3503939854995639769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-again-xd.html' title='Tagged.. again. XD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3949179887130741035</id><published>2009-08-08T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T07:31:45.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZz</title><content type='html'>Q1. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;CALAMARRRIII. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. Movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Bleach, DiamondDust Rebellion. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3. Thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;I was playing bi with Veg, Sieni! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4. Game you played?&lt;br /&gt;Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney! &gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5. Song you listened?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... Ummm... Raion - Jin. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6. Are there people whom you can trust currently?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7. What is/are your favourite colour(s)?&lt;br /&gt;BLACK. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8. Favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;CALAMARI. POTAHTO CHIPS. GUMMY HAMBURGERS. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9. Favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home and get more radiation from the computer. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10. Top ten favourite songs?&lt;br /&gt;1. Lunatic Tears - Ayane&lt;br /&gt;2. Asterisk - Orange Range&lt;br /&gt;3. Einsatz - Sakibara Yui&lt;br /&gt;4. Colors of the Heart - UVERworld&lt;br /&gt;5. Season's Call - Hyde&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Own MIRACLE - Ruby Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;7. Guilty Love - Apollo Justice OST&lt;br /&gt;8. Ash Like Snow&lt;br /&gt;9. The Softest Rain&lt;br /&gt;10. This Love - Angela Aki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11. Top ten favourite anime/game openings/endings?&lt;br /&gt;1. Lunatic tears - Ayane {11 eyes Opening.}&lt;br /&gt;2. Einsatz - Sakakibara Yui {Dies Irae -Also Sparch Zarathustra- Opening}&lt;br /&gt;3. Asterisk - Orange Range {Bleach 1st Opening.}&lt;br /&gt;4. Doubt &amp; trust - Access {D.gray-man 3rd Opening.}&lt;br /&gt;5. Parallel Hearts - FictionJunction {Pandora Hearts Opening}&lt;br /&gt;6. Maze - Savage Genius {Pandora Hearts Ending}&lt;br /&gt;7. Goodbye - Ruby Tuesday {DJ MAX song}&lt;br /&gt;8. O2 - Orange Range {Code Geass R2 1st Opening}&lt;br /&gt;9. Shiawase Neiro - Orange Range {Code Geass R2 1st Ending}&lt;br /&gt;10. D-technolife - UVERworld {Bleach -ブリチ- 2nd Opening}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12. Top ten favourite anime/manga?&lt;br /&gt;1. Bleach&lt;br /&gt;2. Liar Game&lt;br /&gt;3. Blood+&lt;br /&gt;4. Persona 3&lt;br /&gt;5. Pandora Hearts&lt;br /&gt;6. Code Geass&lt;br /&gt;7. Katekyo Hitman Reborn&lt;br /&gt;8. Kuroshitsuji&lt;br /&gt;9. Persona 4&lt;br /&gt;10. Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13. Top ten favourite games?&lt;br /&gt;1. Mana Khemia - Alchemist of Al-Revis&lt;br /&gt;2. Persona 3&lt;br /&gt;3. Disgaea 2&lt;br /&gt;4. Apollo Justice&lt;br /&gt;5. Phoenix Wright&lt;br /&gt;6. Yggdra Union&lt;br /&gt;7. Knight in the Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;8. Disgaea&lt;br /&gt;9. Harvest Moon&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanko to Kurasou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Top ten movies?&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. I don't watch much movies... And don't expect me to put Ponyo up here, Ember. = =&lt;br /&gt;1. Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children&lt;br /&gt;2. Bleach DiamondDust Rebellion&lt;br /&gt;3. Yes Man&lt;br /&gt;4. Shark Tale&lt;br /&gt;5. Wanted&lt;br /&gt;6. House Bunny&lt;br /&gt;7. Mall Cop&lt;br /&gt;8. Wild Child &lt;br /&gt;9. 21&lt;br /&gt;10. 27 Dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Name four people whom you trust the most.&lt;br /&gt;1. Eden&lt;br /&gt;2. Nat&lt;br /&gt;3. Bo&lt;br /&gt;4. El&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-coughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People whom can't escape from the clutches of this survey:&lt;br /&gt;-SEKI! AHAHAHAHAHHAAHA!&lt;br /&gt;-Nat. No, you can't escape. XD&lt;br /&gt;-Jolynn. BAHAHAHA. &gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~And anyone else who, unfortunately, read this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3949179887130741035?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3949179887130741035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3949179887130741035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3949179887130741035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3949179887130741035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='QUIIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZz'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3141272789335621464</id><published>2009-07-31T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:27:09.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST PART!</title><content type='html'>Q1.Kissed someone on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3. Do you like somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Who knows? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4. Held a snake?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Refer to 1, 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5. Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Refer 1, 2, 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6. Sang karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yes. My homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8. Laughing until you started crying?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Never once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9. Caught a sonwflake on your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I haven't even saw snow before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10. Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ... =   = &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11. Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12. Sat on the rooftop?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Noppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Uhhh.. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14. Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15. Shaved you hair?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16. Play a prank on someone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17. Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: N.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18. Donated blood?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: FOR THE LAST TIME; NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19. Last person you hang out with?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nat, Jolynn, Ormiela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q20. You texted?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: -thinks- Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q21. You were in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Dad and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q22. Went to movies with?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nat, Chee, Vinod, Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q23. Person you went to shop with?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ...Uhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q24. You talked on phone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q25. Made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ....... UHHHHHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q26. You hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Papa. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q27. Sun or Moon?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Moon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q28. Winter or fall?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Winter. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q29. Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Left. I'd rather be someone who's 'artistic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q30. Sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Rainy! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q31. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Somewhar. In this universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q32. Club or pub?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Club..? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q33. Are there 1 or 2 people who you can trust and rely on?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yeppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q34. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Well, considering I am still 14 and I think marriages are stupid; no. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q35. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Twirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q36. What time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: 11.13 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q37. Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Sorta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q38. What is your greatest hope/wish?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: BE RICH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q39. Do you cook?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: -eats instant noodles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q40. Current mood?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Uhh? Normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 48 hours, have you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1. Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. Sang?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3. Listened to music?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4. Danced crazily?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5. Cried?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6. Liked someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7. Who was your first prom date?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8. Who was your first room mate?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I;ve never been drunk with beer. I've got drunk without drinking on maaannyy occasions. [Ask Dionne; she' went crazy with me. XDDD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10. What was your first car?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ... Toy car? 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11. When did you go to your first funeral and viewin?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ... I saw my grand uncle. o.o?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12. Who was your first grade teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Strangely enough, her name is Monaliza. XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13. Where did you go on your first ride on an air plane?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Lulz, no whair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I don't remember doing that. o.O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15. Who was your first best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Uhh... None that I really called a best friend.. But Dionne would be the one who was with me for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16. Who are your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Celes, Eden, Dionne, Natasha, Jessi, Papa, Jan, Iggy, Bo, Wally, Cappi, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17. Where was your first sleepover?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ... I FORGOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18. Who is the first person you called when you have a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nat, Papa, Jan? o.o Iggy, Bo, Eden? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19. Who's wedding were in the first time you were a Bridesmaid or Groomsman?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I've never been at a wedding before. Even if I did... I'd just eat. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q20. What's the first thing you did when got up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Lay my down on the bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q21. First tattoo or piercing?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q22. First celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ..o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q23. First crush?&lt;br /&gt;... &gt;.&gt; That's confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q24. Where's your girlfriend/ boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Ahem.. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q25. Name something you did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Sleep? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q26. Last person you text messaged?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: EDEN. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q27. What colour is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Bllaaccckkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q28. What was the last thing you cried over?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ... I don't remember. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q29. What something you really want right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Moolah. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q30. Is there anyone on your mind that shouldn't be?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: -N/A-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q31. Do you have a little sister?&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q32. Do you like to listen to the radio when you are in the car?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No. D8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q33. Who were you with the last time you went to a movie theatre?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: HOW MANY EFFIN' TIMES DO YOU WANT ME TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q34. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Phantom Maiden - Mana Khemia OST. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q35. Do you sleep with a fan on?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yeah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q36. Do you get morning text from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q37. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Somewhere in a store, waiting for me to liberate it on my birthday. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q38. Will you be up before 7a.m tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q39. Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q40. Did you speak to your dad today?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q41. Will tomorrow be better than today?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I don't know. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q42. Do you want to see somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: NAATTT. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q43. Your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: -blush- Active. &gt;//&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q44. Do you like it when you get kissed in the forehead?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I'm pretty much neutral over it? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q45. Are you waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yep, MORE MOOLAH. (money, in Seki's language. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q46. Do you think the last person you kissed cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: o.o ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q47. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Milo. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q48. What would your name be in first three letters?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I'll give you my fake one: Ari. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q49. Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ....... 24? o.o I don't think so..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q50. Did you have a good day?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Thanks to this, no. = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q51. If you could mve right now, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Hm, to Japan, yes or Singapore. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q52. Are you happy with the way things are going right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Still fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q53. Do you like being in pictures?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: TAKE PICTURES AND YOU DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q54. Where will you be in an hour?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Still at the computer~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q55. Is your heart broken right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q56. How old are your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q57. Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q58. Do you think relationships are even worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I have yet to answer this. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3141272789335621464?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3141272789335621464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3141272789335621464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3141272789335621464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3141272789335621464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-part.html' title='LAST PART!'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1627741319273192275</id><published>2009-07-31T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:08:51.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ PART 2</title><content type='html'>Q1. Have you ever done anything outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yes, doing this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. Have you kissed anyone and never saw them again?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nope. I still see my grandma and my pillow pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3. Where exactly were you when you entered 2009?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: The exact place where I am right now. In front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4. Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a D?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: -makes you eat my fist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5. Have you ever been back-stabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Uhh... Not that I can recall anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6. Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ....My major breakdown was with Dionne. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7. Summer or spring.&lt;br /&gt;Ans: "Ah, spring!" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8. Are you wearing make-up now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9. Confused about anything?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yessums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1627741319273192275?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1627741319273192275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1627741319273192275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1627741319273192275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1627741319273192275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiz-part-2.html' title='QUIZ PART 2'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-6194570073197761623</id><published>2009-07-31T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:06:12.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiiizzz~</title><content type='html'>Q1. Do you prefer to call or text someone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Text. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. Do you have a secret that you aren't telling anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Buahahaha... yea.. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3. Last person you wrote a testimonal?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: What the hell is that again? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4. Sport you would least play?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5. Last movie you watched? With who?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Wanted with Chee Kai Voon, Vinod, Natasha and Aaron... in March. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6. What do people first notice when they see you?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: "Who are you?" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7. Do you like peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: -eats jam instead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8. Most memorable place?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: HMMMM... I have no idea. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9. Do you read comics?&lt;br /&gt;No duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10. How pretty/ handsome are you?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: -slaps chuu-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11. Do you like earthquakes?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ...No. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12. Worst nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Where I thought I was getting chased by a friggin' vampire. Then I realize a zombie which wanted my ears. .________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13. Most beautiful place you ever visited?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Popular bookstore. 8DDD -never saw so many books- Or Kinokuniya Bookstore. -nods- They have wide variety of manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14. Wannabe a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Can I just slack off and get paid? / And get nearly hit by a cab like Robert Pattinson; hell no... though I wished he actually got hit. &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15. Do you like surveys?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16. Your high school best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Do I look that old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nat. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18. Your worst physical asset?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I no have stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19. Most people would describe me as what?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: A short tempered person who swears a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q20. One thing you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Lazehiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q21. Vegetable you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: -massacres vegetables-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q22. You like to go out on a grocery shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No effing way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q23. Favourite person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ;D Tis a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q24. Can you dance?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: -slaps chuu-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q25. Favourite pastime?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Drawing, reading...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q26. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yeppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q27. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Weeelll.. in Eden and mine's RP, I AM the Queen of heaven. :DDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q28. Which is your favourite colour out of red, black, blue, green, yellow?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: BLACK. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q29. Your first initial?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: "N". Yay. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q30. Your month of birth?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q31. Which colour do you like more? Black or white?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I like Black. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q32. Name a person, same gender as you?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nat. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q33. Your favourite number?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q34. Do you like flying or driving more?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Neither. Lazy to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q35. Do you like lake or ocean more?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Uh, lake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q36. Write down a wish.&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I want to learn how to use chopsticks. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red- You are alert and your life is full of love.&lt;br /&gt;Black- You are conservative and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;Green- Your soul is relaxed and you're laid back.&lt;br /&gt;Blue- You are spontaneous and you love kisses affection from the ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow- You are a very happy person and give advices to those who are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If your name's first initial is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-K: You have a lot of friendships and love in your life.&lt;br /&gt;L-R: You try to enjoy life to the maximum and your love life is soon to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;S-Z: You like to help others and your future love life looks very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If your birth month is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan- Mar: This year will go very well for you and you'll discover that you'll fall for someone totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Apr- June: You will have a strong relationship that will not last but the memories will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;July- Sept: You will have a great year and will experience a major-life changing experience for the good.&lt;br /&gt;Oct- Dec: Your love life will not be great, but will eventually find your soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black- Your life will take on a different direction, it will seem hard at the time but will be the best thing for you and will be glad for the change.&lt;br /&gt;White- You will have friend who's completely confides in you and would do anything for you, but you might not realise it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-6194570073197761623?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6194570073197761623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=6194570073197761623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6194570073197761623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6194570073197761623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiiizzz.html' title='Quiiizzz~'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-2314554495877146301</id><published>2009-07-31T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:48:57.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... =    = My mom is very VERY ANNOYING</title><content type='html'>Ever since we've bought the new gate, my mom has been really very irritating. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because my brother is trying to think out any solutions to repair the gate from moving by itself. She criticizes every single one of his ideas and even blames him for wasting her time. When she is clearly not even doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because she cleans the house doesn't make her the boss, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she needs to screw that fact into her hard-head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-2314554495877146301?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2314554495877146301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=2314554495877146301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2314554495877146301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2314554495877146301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mom-is-very-very-annoying.html' title='... =    = My mom is very VERY ANNOYING'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1955356897763352843</id><published>2009-07-31T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:52:56.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwahaha</title><content type='html'>Nat joined Chatango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can RP with Eden again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ End. XDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1955356897763352843?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1955356897763352843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1955356897763352843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1955356897763352843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1955356897763352843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/bwahaha.html' title='Bwahaha'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1519328352575256818</id><published>2009-07-28T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:50:53.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr, dentist. D:</title><content type='html'>I went to the dentist todae.. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all fine, except for the fucker sucker. &gt;__&gt; It make my tooth  feel so cold and hollow. ;.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't eat for 2 hours. ;.;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1519328352575256818?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1519328352575256818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1519328352575256818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1519328352575256818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1519328352575256818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/rawr-dentist-d.html' title='Rawr, dentist. D:'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-7142782568855225387</id><published>2009-07-26T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:19:52.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from shoppin! :DDDDD</title><content type='html'>I came back from shopping a while ago. Man, I'm tired of walking around. And I bought a new Little Black Dress Book with 2 dollar discount. x3333 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought Bizenghast, I thought it was going to be so nice. But the artwork is soooo TERRIBLE. THE FANARTS ARE UBER BETTER. o.o EVEN I DRAW BETTER THEN THAT ARTIST. o___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's ://hack. Sign novel for 12.90. :333 Volume 3 and the last one. VERY WORTH IT. Since it has over 200+ pages for $12.90 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, two things balanced over one disappointment, I guess. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Papa: DON'T BE A WUSS, MAN UP. :DDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-7142782568855225387?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7142782568855225387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=7142782568855225387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/7142782568855225387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/7142782568855225387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-from-shoppin-ddddd.html' title='Back from shoppin! :DDDDD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-400092880086147521</id><published>2009-07-26T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:15:55.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulz, randome thing. XD</title><content type='html'>A - Available : Yeppers. XD&lt;br /&gt;B - BIRTHDAY : 30th Oct 1995&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSHING ON : Oh wouldn't you looovvee to know~? XD&lt;br /&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD : ..... Ice cream liquid? XD&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO : Natasha, Karisma, Amelia, Dionne, Papa, Jan-Jan, Cappi-nii, Bo-chan. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;F -FAVORITE SONG : Right now... Colors of the Heart by UVERworld. :D&lt;br /&gt;G -GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS : Both.&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN : Penang&lt;br /&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH : -huggles computer-&lt;br /&gt;J - JUGGLE : .__.&lt;br /&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE : Uhh... .___. IN final Fantasy, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE : 6 hours. -cries-&lt;br /&gt;M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR : STRAIWBERREH&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS : 1&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH : Ahem. -winks-&lt;br /&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST : ......Brother. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE : For bewks! 8D&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD : ...88 by LM.C, I think.&lt;br /&gt;T -TIME YOU WOKE UP : 10 am&lt;br /&gt;U - UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN : .... Black. o__O&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S) : -massacres the vegetables- D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT : Uhh... &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD : Never remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Y – YOYO'S ARE : SUPER YOYOS IS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN : Scorpio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-400092880086147521?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/400092880086147521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=400092880086147521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/400092880086147521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/400092880086147521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/lulz-randome-thing-xd.html' title='Lulz, randome thing. XD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3079541302080765124</id><published>2009-07-26T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:05:59.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolynn tagged meeee. D:</title><content type='html'>1. The THING that tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;Jolynn. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with her is:&lt;br /&gt;-Friend. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first impression of her is:&lt;br /&gt;-...Honestly, I dun know. ._________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable moments with her:&lt;br /&gt;Either when we were in the carnival or in her house. -nods- XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing she has said to you is:&lt;br /&gt;-Hi. -nods- XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;LUV HER FOREVAH. 8D .. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she became your lover, what should she improve at:&lt;br /&gt;-nudges at rib- ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If she becomes your enemy, what would you do:&lt;br /&gt;- Be all: "D:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;- Uh... .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for her now is:&lt;br /&gt;-Crop more pictures! D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression on her:\&lt;br /&gt;I like your hair. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The characteristic you love most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;-I'm perverted. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characteristic you hate most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;- I get too angry fast. D: And I say the most rudest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOL DOOD. &gt;__&gt; Natasha, you know what I want to be, dood. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For people tat care and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;- .....I HATE YOU BETCHES. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: I am here to wreck havoc and rape someone. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. pass this quiz to 10 people who you want to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Natasha&lt;br /&gt;2. Karisma&lt;br /&gt;3. Dionne&lt;br /&gt;4. Bo-chan!&lt;br /&gt;5. Jan-jan!&lt;br /&gt;6. Papa!&lt;br /&gt;7. Cappi-nii!&lt;br /&gt;8. Wally-nee!&lt;br /&gt;9. HAYATE&lt;br /&gt;10. Eden!&lt;br /&gt;11. SANTA CLAUS&lt;br /&gt;12. MICHAEL JACKSON!&lt;br /&gt;13. Paris Hilton!&lt;br /&gt;14. .... uhh.... -scratches head- .... Um....... Iggy? :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. is 9 a male or female:&lt;br /&gt;-Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. if 7 and 10 were together, would it be a good thing:&lt;br /&gt;-HOLY HELL NO. DON'T DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 2 studying at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;- How to be a good hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When was the last time you had a chat with 3:&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What kind of music does 8 like:&lt;br /&gt;- One Piece. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does 1 have any siblings:&lt;br /&gt;-Yep, an older brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Will you woo 3:&lt;br /&gt;NO. NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How about 7:&lt;br /&gt;My brother for God's sake. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is 4 single:&lt;br /&gt;-nnnooooodddds-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's the surname of 5:&lt;br /&gt;-I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's the hobby of 5:&lt;br /&gt;-Erm, no idea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does 5 and 9 get along well:&lt;br /&gt;No? o.O They don't know each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where is 2 studying at:&lt;br /&gt;-SMK USJ 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Say something casual about your eyes:&lt;br /&gt;OH SO BEAUUUUTTTTTTTTIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUULLL. XD I have Korean eyes, betches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you tried developing feelings for 5:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did have a dream. .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where does 9 live:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What colour does 4 like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are 5 and 1 good friends:&lt;br /&gt;They probably would. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Does 7 like 2:&lt;br /&gt;No, don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How did you get to know 2:&lt;br /&gt;Random comment on how she wears colored contacts. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Does 1 have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;-Dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Is 7 the sexiest person in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3079541302080765124?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3079541302080765124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3079541302080765124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3079541302080765124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3079541302080765124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/jolynn-tagged-meeee-d.html' title='Jolynn tagged meeee. D:'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4958178717537023638</id><published>2009-07-24T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:06:47.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Stupid Mother...</title><content type='html'>Exactly, just whe I wasn't going to do a post on that bloody bitch. She comes and disturbs me again. Look, just because my brother pissed you off about the STUPID FUCKING CAR, STOP THROWING YOUR USELESS, RETARDED TANTRUMS AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I spent my days infront of a computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your addiction to Chinese shows make it any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, you scold me for being late and when I thought it was for my own good, you said so that you won't miss your STUPID CHINESE SHOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'll walk to school, tuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, you'd be better so you can glue your eyes to the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't use that stupid tone so I won't refuse to do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd scold me if I didn't do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4958178717537023638?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4958178717537023638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4958178717537023638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4958178717537023638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4958178717537023638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupid-mother.html' title='...Stupid Mother...'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-314120697212848843</id><published>2009-07-24T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:36:01.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee! Iq test! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.free-iqtest.net" title="MENSA Test"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.free-iqtest.net/images/badges2/l129.gif" width="200" height="100" alt="MENSA Test" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Free-IQTest.net - &lt;a title="MENSA Test" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net"&gt;MENSA Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha. 8D That's a genius rank. -dances- x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-314120697212848843?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/314120697212848843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=314120697212848843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/314120697212848843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/314120697212848843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/whee-iq-test-xd.html' title='Whee! Iq test! XD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-8274542290314744155</id><published>2009-07-24T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:38:42.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading!</title><content type='html'>xD;; I was about to post about how my mom was such a bitch, but nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot these days. :333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book that I could read in ... 1 week has been stretched a month. I've been drawing way more these days. And also writing, I've started a new visual novel too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Papa and Uncle Jan-Jan. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For keeping my Cbox alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-8274542290314744155?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8274542290314744155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=8274542290314744155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8274542290314744155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8274542290314744155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/reading.html' title='Reading!'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1169073670480041877</id><published>2009-07-23T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T04:28:48.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap, OUCH...</title><content type='html'>Today, I had PJ, and we had this physical exam and we had to do it all over again. I got 101 from 96 times for going up and down a chair. .. Um... 19 push ups and... 15 sits up... and I got stretch 29 centimeters. ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are fucking sore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cries-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1169073670480041877?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1169073670480041877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1169073670480041877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1169073670480041877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1169073670480041877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/holy-crap-ouch.html' title='Holy crap, OUCH...'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4696774524283122469</id><published>2009-07-22T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:02:15.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-siiggghhhsss-</title><content type='html'>I seriously the news that I was told about.. ahem.. Leelee.. is affecting my mood. And my mood has already upset two people. -sniffs, goes to emo corner- ;.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Xero, Gib. TT__TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat told me that LeeLee had bought a white string from her for 10 dollars. And he wanted to give the string to her tomorrow, and that person was someone he liked. And I am only using "LeeLee" so he won't know who it is. .__. I really... really need to change his name. &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cries to self-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4696774524283122469?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4696774524283122469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4696774524283122469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4696774524283122469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4696774524283122469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/siiggghhhsss.html' title='-siiggghhhsss-'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4625234182995922788</id><published>2009-07-18T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:00:16.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-dances-</title><content type='html'>=DDDD I've found a working Nintendo DS so.. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I haven't been updating my blog much. xD Because it's a wee bit boring. D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-playing Disgaea- And now I see why many people like to play Phoenix Wright, I myself have gotten myself addicted. And Hayate and I are friends now. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, she is a bit hard to talk to. D8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4625234182995922788?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4625234182995922788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4625234182995922788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4625234182995922788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4625234182995922788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/dances.html' title='-dances-'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-6620937614443079483</id><published>2009-06-20T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:50:09.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT TAGGED. D8</title><content type='html'>1.what is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Um... .__. 'Loh or Jun'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what size is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;-sniffs, points to mattress- I SLEEP ON THOSE MOVE AROUND MATTRESS. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what are you listening to right now? &lt;br /&gt;Silly Days - Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what are the last 2 digits of your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;... I...I don't know. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;... CHICKEN. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;My pillow, bitch. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. how is the weather right now? &lt;br /&gt;... Hot? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Phone.. phone... um... I honestly forgot. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. the first thing you notice about the SAME sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Man, they're hot.&lt;/s&gt; &gt;.&gt; xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. do u have a GF/BF:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. do you want children? &lt;br /&gt;I rather have them in RP form. XD Therefore, I no need get fat nor go through pain. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. ever get so drunk you don't remember the entire night?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have gotten so forgetful, I can forget. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. hair style/hair colour? &lt;br /&gt;Light brown, straightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. eye color?&lt;br /&gt;Brown. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. five of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Lessee... Nat, Eden, Nareine, Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;...=  =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. in love with somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. ever cried for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;... um.... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. last movie you watched? &lt;br /&gt;The Devil Wears Prada. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. how many mirrors are in your room? &lt;br /&gt;Mm.. one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. have you ever decapitated a barbie doll?&lt;br /&gt;.....-nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. do you enjoy the sensational taste of starbucks? &lt;br /&gt;Cake, yes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. does the word "horcrux" mean anything to you? &lt;br /&gt;A whore and a crystal. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. do you know any people of the gay preference?&lt;br /&gt;Let see....Yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. do you think Jesus is great?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, I haven't met the guy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. is cheese like the best food ever, or what?&lt;br /&gt;On top of pizza. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. what books are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;"Dogs and Goddesses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. piercings?&lt;br /&gt;2 holes on each ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Top 5 favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil Wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;Wild Child&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy 7 Advent Children&lt;br /&gt;Mall Cop&lt;br /&gt;Just Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. favorite college football team?&lt;br /&gt;Lulz, none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. what were you doing before filling this out? &lt;br /&gt;Blinking, Rping. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. dogs or cats? &lt;br /&gt;I dunno, cats are more of my preferences. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;Rose. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. have you ever been caught doing something you weren't supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;...Yes. DX -played porno game in front of grandma-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. have you ever/do you love someone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. who would you like to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;...................................................... -thinks- No. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. have you ever fired a gun? &lt;br /&gt;.........No. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. do you like to travel by plane?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. right or left-handed? &lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. if you could be with someone right now who would it be? &lt;br /&gt;Mm, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. how many pillows do you sleep with? &lt;br /&gt;3. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. do you still watch cartoons on saturday morning?&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, ah. Wake up, go play computer. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. are you hiding something from someone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. do you play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;The computer. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Last Car Ride: &lt;br /&gt;About 15 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Last Good Cry:&lt;br /&gt;Everytime a touching story hits my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Last kiss: &lt;br /&gt;I still got my 1st kiss with me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Last Library Book checked out: &lt;br /&gt;..... The Lost Gold Earring. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Last Movie Seen in Theatres: &lt;br /&gt;... Watchmen? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Last Book Read:&lt;br /&gt;Dogs and Goddesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Last Movie Rented: &lt;br /&gt;...Last Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Last Cuss Word Uttered: &lt;br /&gt;Eff. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Last Beverage Drank:&lt;br /&gt;Watah. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Last Food Consumed:&lt;br /&gt;Chicken. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Last Text Received's Contents: &lt;br /&gt;... I forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Last Phone Call: &lt;br /&gt;EFF. DIDN'T I TELL YOU I DON'T KNOWS! DX STOP MOCKING ME, YOU BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Last TV Show Watched:&lt;br /&gt;Blood+ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Last Time Showered: &lt;br /&gt;..Um... 3PM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Last Cigarette:&lt;br /&gt;-yawns- I dunno. Who would think a 13 year old who spends her time in a house smokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Last Alcoholic Drink:&lt;br /&gt;Umm... Rice wine? -used them inside noodles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Last Shoes Worn: &lt;br /&gt;High heels, bitch. XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Last CDs Played:&lt;br /&gt;That'd be 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Last Item Bought:&lt;br /&gt;DVD. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Last Download: &lt;br /&gt;Um... Gilbert pictures. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Last Annoyance:&lt;br /&gt;Blister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Last Disappointment:&lt;br /&gt;-looks into wallet, moth flied out- .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Last Soda Drank:&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Last Thing Written: &lt;br /&gt;"His Head looks like a melon". XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Last Phrase Spoken:&lt;br /&gt;-inserts lyrics-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Last Sleep:&lt;br /&gt;Last night. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Last IM: &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Last funny Encounter:&lt;br /&gt;Me: -saw friend- O___O -hides behind cushion-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Last Ice Cream Eaten:&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Last Time Amused:&lt;br /&gt; When I went to watch TV during 3 PM. I was like "Must find out when Blood+ is ariing. DX"&lt;br /&gt;TV: -shows Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Me: 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Last Time Wanting To Die:&lt;br /&gt;Last year. XD I kept it a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Last Time In Love: &lt;br /&gt;=  =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Last Time Hugged:&lt;br /&gt;THIS NIGHT. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Last Time Scolded:&lt;br /&gt;... I honestly can't remember. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Last Shirt Worn:&lt;br /&gt;Striped with trench coat. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Hoodies or Jackets:&lt;br /&gt;HOODIES. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Beanies or Hats: &lt;br /&gt;Beanies. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Shorts or Skirts: &lt;br /&gt;Either one is fine. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Shoes or Flip-Flops: &lt;br /&gt;Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Basketball or Football: &lt;br /&gt;Sit in front of the compy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Nerd or Geek:&lt;br /&gt;Same thing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings:&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. MySpace or Xanga: &lt;br /&gt;Mysauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Hands or Feet: &lt;br /&gt;Well,  hands are relatively easy to draw.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Hugs or kisses: &lt;br /&gt;Hugs. I prefer make out session. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. College or University:&lt;br /&gt;College. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Dogs or Cats: &lt;br /&gt;Hey, doofus, you asked me this already. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Mice or Rats: &lt;br /&gt;YUKI SOHMA. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Pizza or Ice Cream: &lt;br /&gt;Pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Pepsi or Coke: &lt;br /&gt;Lawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-6620937614443079483?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6620937614443079483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=6620937614443079483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6620937614443079483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6620937614443079483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-tagged-d8.html' title='GOT TAGGED. D8'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4813410877590752074</id><published>2009-05-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:20:14.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>333:</title><content type='html'>Argh, this is such a bad week. DX Eden is probably not gonna go online for this weekend. My monthly something 'may' be coming and I'm at the shortage of 'those'. And I'm on exams. Eff, this sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother is probably not gonna let me use his mp3. DDDDD8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No MP 3 + Me = Ubah sadness. D8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4813410877590752074?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4813410877590752074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4813410877590752074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4813410877590752074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4813410877590752074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/333.html' title='333:'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-50585897094467350</id><published>2009-05-08T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T04:49:03.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zomg! Epic cutting class moment!</title><content type='html'>Today, Dionne and I decided to cut class for Science, since the teacher wanted us to go to the Lab,, but we didn't want to go. So we decided to cut class with Karisma and Hiew Lou. First, we went to the cantin since Karisma wanted water and they needed food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the back of the school since Chee and Dasar saw us. We were planning when to go back to class as well. First, we walked to the staircase for Form 2 and asked a prefect to tell us whether there was a teacher in the class. And he said yes, then the teacher got suspicious and walked out while all four of us ran like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the corridor for Flexi Room and sat there until we regained our strength. Then we walked into Natasha's class which was empty, with only Sze Cheah, Darren Teh, Vicknesh and .. Arshwick, I think.. We asked Darren to go check our class and see whether or not there was a teacher. He nodded and the teacher got suspicious and walked out again while we quickly ran to the the class. We on-ed the fan and sat under it. We took turns to watch and I was the third. Then, we quicky off-ed the fan and ran to the corridor of the Computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while of resting, we walked to the Form 1's hallway and saw our Maths teacher and we ran again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we ran to the deserted corner of the 2nd floor. And used the stairs there to go up. We stayed in 2R again, while Karisma and Dionne went to check. If they did not return in 3 minutes, Hiew Lou and me had to go the class. They came back in 1 minute, saying that the teacher was still in there. Then suddenly, our History teacher was coming. We quickly ducked underneath the tables and waited it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, suddenly the stupid teacher, Bulu walked and Hiew Lou and I hid under the teacher's table. After that, the bell rang and we saw the teacher walk out. We quickly walked to the class, buut another teacher, Rohayah was across and could spot us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked down the stairs and waited it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we quickly walked into our class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs died for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-50585897094467350?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/50585897094467350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=50585897094467350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/50585897094467350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/50585897094467350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/zomg-epic-cutting-class-moment.html' title='Zomg! Epic cutting class moment!'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-5385581405265535984</id><published>2009-04-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:31:38.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to ask... DOES MY MOM THINK SCOLDING ME IS A HOBBY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, just because she ask me to watch a Chinese show and I just said: "I don't know." She starts scolding me about my reluctance to 'speak Chinese'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S MY OWN CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE YOU WANT ME TO SPEAK CHINESE DOESN'T MEAN, I HAVE TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scolds me about wasting 7 years to go to tuition, who says I never cared about the money, time and all rushing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insensitive bitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she threatens me about her 'going to be strict'. Like I care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody bitch..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-5385581405265535984?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5385581405265535984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=5385581405265535984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5385581405265535984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5385581405265535984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3230072506956945710</id><published>2009-04-15T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:29:38.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew...</title><content type='html'>xDDD I haven't posted in a lonnnggg time.. Because I was too lazeh. 8DDD;;; My writing streak has come to a stop. ;.; I want it bacccccccccckkkkkkkkk... But I've been drawing like hell these days. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my modem was spoiled the entire time, but it's okay now. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Nat, I AIN'T JOININ' THE DAMN SHUFFLE. ;___; STOP MOCKING ME WITH THE JACKET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3230072506956945710?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3230072506956945710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3230072506956945710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3230072506956945710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3230072506956945710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/whew.html' title='Whew...'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4628056237604776604</id><published>2009-03-24T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:50:00.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X___X</title><content type='html'>I. HATE. MY. FIREFOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D8&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.HATE.EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD8&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.HATE.P**IOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDDD8&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.HATE.TUITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDDDDDDDD8&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4628056237604776604?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4628056237604776604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4628056237604776604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4628056237604776604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4628056237604776604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/03/xx.html' title='X___X'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-731052301026215077</id><published>2009-03-21T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:50:28.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 152, 69);font-size:100%;" &gt;1. What is your favourite song now?&lt;br /&gt;Hitomi no Tsubasa - Access&lt;br /&gt;O2 - Orange Range&lt;br /&gt;Sinful Rose - Disgaea 2 XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Favourite anime?&lt;br /&gt;Corda, Code Geass, XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would be the first thing you do after you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Laze around, roll in bed, kick blankets and occasionally falling off teh bed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;I no have missed calls this year. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your tenth message from your inbox is about...?&lt;br /&gt;Nat's "For What?" XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you ambidextrous?&lt;br /&gt;I wish. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The last song you played on your instrument?&lt;br /&gt;A whole New World - Aladdin. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What song are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Growing Wings - Luola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Wan Tan. OF DOOM. I BROKE A SPOON BECAUSE OF THEM. &gt;.&lt;&gt;Meine Liebe. XDD&lt;/s&gt; Oh wait, it's D.gray Man. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Your favorite game?&lt;br /&gt;Stepmania, Disgaea 2, Yggdra Union! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you really wish for now?&lt;br /&gt;Draw perfectly, play the piano perfectly, make my head stop itching. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are your greatest addiction now?&lt;br /&gt;... Meine Liebe? 8D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What does happiness mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;Euphoria. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;I guess, awfully hot though XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was the most parodic moment of your life?&lt;br /&gt;...When Nat, Dionne and I saw a CERTAIN GIRL scratch her butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Did you enjoy doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;NO. :D XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nat&gt; &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;2. Seki. &gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;3. Jolynn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4~10 Though, who know how to read. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-731052301026215077?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/731052301026215077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=731052301026215077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/731052301026215077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/731052301026215077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/03/quiz-xd.html' title='Quiz. XD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1025012033599648416</id><published>2009-03-11T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:18:57.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy day, crappy mom</title><content type='html'>So what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my friend, if you put the word 'friend' loosely, had 'terrible' period pain and took 10 pills, and she was only supposed to take 3 a day, so yes THREE times the dose. Then, she keeps whining and whining about the pain and we had to take the pills away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she even threatens us that she'll report to a teacher. WHAT A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT. She wants to report to teacher because we stopped her from overdosing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... Cheese and rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got home, I forgot I took the pills with me and I told my mom about it and she said that isn't a smart thing to do so. And she goes ahead and lectures me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus, my bracelet I bought from Cameron Highland is gone as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a FUCKING GREAT DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1025012033599648416?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1025012033599648416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1025012033599648416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1025012033599648416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1025012033599648416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/03/crappy-day-crappy-mom.html' title='Crappy day, crappy mom'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-609929546755080700</id><published>2009-03-06T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:16:26.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YET ANOTHER "BLOODY MOM" DAY.</title><content type='html'>はい、喜んでください、私のママが私に11分かかったもう1つの講義をくれることを決心しました。 愚かなバス料金についてのものであって、私はそれの検討をしたのを思い出しました。 そして　私がママに言ったことの　誰の　気にする　する　ニュースを見るのに忙しすぎました。 それで何？ 私はここで過失のものですか？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;イエス、あなたは精神病院か何かに行く必要がありますか？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そしてまあ私にそうするように頼む遺憾な時、あなたは決して講義の血まみれのでたらめを止めない時私が謝ったと告発します。 そして私は過失にいますか？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あなたが事実を得る必要があって右〔権利〕、及びプラス； 次回、着用してください、tが全ての迷える対象〔主題〕にそれを持って来てこれ、OKに最も少しの関連することの中にではありませんか？ 本当にいらいらしています..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah、それは私の週末じゅう..を台無しにしました。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, rejoice, my mom decided to give me another lecture that took 11 minutes. It was about the  stupid bus fees and I remembered I put it on the table. And that I told my mom, whom was too busy watching the news to even care. So what? I'm the one at fault here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, do you need to go to a mental hospital or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you ask me to say sorry, you accuse me of apologizing WHEN YOU NEVER STOP YOUR BLOODY BULLSHIT OF A LECTURE. AND I'M AT FAULT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to get your facts right, and plus; next time, don;t bring any stray subjects that isn't in the slightest related to this, okay? It's really annoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, it ruined my entire weekend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-609929546755080700?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/609929546755080700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=609929546755080700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/609929546755080700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/609929546755080700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/03/yet-another-bloody-mom-day.html' title='YET ANOTHER &quot;BLOODY MOM&quot; DAY.'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4661632035486650518</id><published>2009-03-03T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:24:39.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Mother..</title><content type='html'>Really, it's one thing to lecture about the stupid keyboard things, but please just don't bring another subject in. It's really annoying and thanks to that; I'm fucking pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when she needs me to do something; here comes the nice act, ask nicely so I won't say no. If you want me to do something, why don't you don't put up the act and just act as you are; angry? It wouldn't make me so pissed off and that I know at least you're honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she lectures me about being addicted to the computer, hey, I already admitted it; so why don't you just shut the fuck up and go on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, thanks to her, now I REALLY wish I went to Nat's house so, I wouldn't be caught in some lecture would bring my mood down, and mind you, my mood doesn't go down easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Stupid  bloody mother fucker..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4661632035486650518?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4661632035486650518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4661632035486650518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4661632035486650518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4661632035486650518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-mother.html' title='Stupid Mother..'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-791308631623715155</id><published>2009-03-03T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:05:55.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day In Summit. 8DDDD~</title><content type='html'>Yep, today I skipped school. XDD Instead, I went to Summit with Nat; there, we went to the DVD shop and bought 3 DVDs. The entire set for Yakitate Ja-Pan!! {2 CDs} and Get Backers. {1 CD} XDDD&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 want Yakitate Ja-Pan!! too. XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But~~~~ it's was funny when we dropped by school and everyone was gawking at us, for skipping school and not wearing our uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zheng Hao: Waaa, Nicole. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee: Hey! Why you skip school?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjeev: Natasha, you mother. BELANJA ME GO CYBER CAFE YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the school korikulum store where Nat bought her combat boots. AND.. XDDDD The funniest thing was; when she was examining the two boots, my phone's song was Oblivion. XDDDD It felt as though it was a life-death decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we stopped by a shop... where Nat found her utopia. Bass Agent, Hardstyle Republic, and.. PHD.. I think. XDDDD THEN, THE WORST THING HAPPENED, SHE HAD NO MONEY. XDDDD Cause one shirt = RM 19.90, two = RM 36. 00. XDDD She bought 4, which equals to RM 72.00. So I bailed her out and paid RM 12 for her. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for Vampire Knight Guilty official DVD. XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to MPH... where we took a video.... which I don't really like since, I'm biased and hate seeing myself on the screen. So, yea. Go to her blog and watch, AND DON'T COMMENT IN MY BLOG ABOUT IT. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at some books and manga; we went back to my house. XD There, we played Heartpounders, Avatar University and ROHAN online. XDD And a little of piano, since, she wanted. XDDD&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;It was too bad I had tuition though. D: Eden didn't go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-791308631623715155?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/791308631623715155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=791308631623715155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/791308631623715155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/791308631623715155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-in-summit-8dddd.html' title='The Day In Summit. 8DDDD~'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3830948910753281811</id><published>2009-03-02T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:38:31.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A drawing from Nat. 8D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/SavFCf-V2oI/AAAAAAAAABI/G2n3VBev4PM/s1600-h/%2B65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/SavFCf-V2oI/AAAAAAAAABI/G2n3VBev4PM/s320/%2B65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308553232519649922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3333 Nyehehehehehehehehehe! &gt;8D YESH, NAT, YOU GET YOUR OWN POST FOR YOUR PICTURE. XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeelll, I was meaning to post, but.. XD;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3830948910753281811?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3830948910753281811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3830948910753281811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3830948910753281811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3830948910753281811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/03/drawing-from-nat-8d.html' title='A drawing from Nat. 8D'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/SavFCf-V2oI/AAAAAAAAABI/G2n3VBev4PM/s72-c/%2B65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-2782240604683386191</id><published>2009-02-24T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:18:18.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sighs-</title><content type='html'>&gt;.&lt; I had a crappy day yesterday...  Turns out the dude I like, has a girlfriend. .___. .... Turth to be told, he looked as though, he could die from havin' a girlfriend. o.O;;;&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 I have to see him for 1 hour in school. D8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-2782240604683386191?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2782240604683386191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=2782240604683386191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2782240604683386191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2782240604683386191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/02/sighs.html' title='-sighs-'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1032190564182112492</id><published>2009-02-14T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:52:51.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-sighs- xDDDD Seki tagged me, HOW NICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)How many texts are in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;... :D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)When did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;Friday. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of depends. &gt;.&gt;;;; Yes, I do get jealous when my crush is around other girls and yes, I'm jealous of people who has a PSP. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Are you tired right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, just woke up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;o.O;;;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Have you ever been called a tease?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I like to tease people a little, I guess. XD;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;YES. XDDDDD For both stuffed toys and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Do you cry easily?&lt;br /&gt;The trait I hate about myself; I tear up when I shout. &gt;.&gt;;;; But, my OCs cry pretty fast, xDD makes the guy I pair them up have to care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm asleep. xDD;; I'm pretty much always awake since I always have hallucinations that there's a robber downstairs. xD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Where is your cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;-checks- .~. I think it's on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, I dunno. xD BUT I KNOWS SOMEONE WHO CAN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Are you mad at someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID YOU KNOW? I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT IT 23 SECONDS AGO! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;...DON'T REMIND ME! D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)What makes you laugh out loud?&lt;br /&gt;..Nat. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;My mama. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Name one person on your top friends who is most like you.&lt;br /&gt;.. '~' Nat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Do you get butterflies when around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;-twitches, sniffles, nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;... xD;; I ...hate marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)When was the last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;..Milo. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Does anyone, like you?&lt;br /&gt;We may never know, jock-strap, we may never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Do you secretly like someone?&lt;br /&gt;...Is that a question or a statement? .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;My mother. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?&lt;br /&gt;Nat or Eden. xD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)What are you NOT looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;SCHEWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;NO. ._. In the past, guys.. like me, but they never told me; just rumors... COWARDS. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;-blinks- Why would I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What would you do if your best male friend propose to you ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: .__. ....LOLWHUT? 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)What's something you really want right now?&lt;br /&gt;YGGDRA UNION. -twitch- AND A PSP. D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Do you fall for people easily?&lt;br /&gt;.........No? .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)Have you ever fallen for your best friend ex's ?&lt;br /&gt;... &gt;__&gt; LIKE SHE HAS AN EX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)What's the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Milo. :D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)Have you ever kissed anyone named Michelle?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THE WHAT, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)Who was the last person you drove with?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35)If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer visits, but I wouldn't mind going to Eden's schewl for Valentines. xDDD;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36)Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;Call, really. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37)When was the last time you cried really, really hard?&lt;br /&gt;'~' I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38)Who took your last picture?&lt;br /&gt;-twitch- COUSINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39)Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;COUSINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40)Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;.__. I already don't watch TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Another one. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURVEY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you eat alot of fast food?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, kinda. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you kissed anyone in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;MY GRANDMA? .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;Crying, xDDD for some reason; plotting OC romance and scenes makes me cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What did you last get upset about?&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck isn't MILANOR real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you eat candy on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;YEP. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What about in your 5th sent message?&lt;br /&gt;.__. DON'T ASK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;Parents. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;COUSSSSSIIINNNS. D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When ordering sushi, what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;Fatty Tuna! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you sat next to?&lt;br /&gt;Dionne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at 10 am?&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, I'll get back to that question. .____. -ish 8.31 AM-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you changed alot since summer?&lt;br /&gt;..I didn't know we had summer. .____. SUE TEH SCHEWLS FOR NOT TELLING US!!! DDDD&lt; THEY JUST WANT HOMEWORK, CRAP AND MONEY! SUE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Water. =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where is the place you want to be right now?&lt;br /&gt;With Milanor~!/&lt;s&gt; WITH MILANOR'S CLOAK!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's your favourite song at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Hitomi no Tsubasa. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What were you doing at 11 last night?&lt;br /&gt;Talking with Eden. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who's near you?&lt;br /&gt;Retard. [my web cam]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What were you doing at 5 am in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Snoring, probably. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, the pain in my tummy. -nods, nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was the last person to talk to you on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;......Daddy? .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Whose house did you go to last?&lt;br /&gt;Jolynn's. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who honestly knows everything about you?&lt;br /&gt;Closest is Nat. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who broken your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, four-eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Honestly, do you love someone very much?&lt;br /&gt;-sniffles- Milanor. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who was the last person to tell you that they love you?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you friends with the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;I still have my first kiss. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are there any parts of your body that hurts?&lt;br /&gt;Tummy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. In the supermarket, the first thing that gets your attention is?&lt;br /&gt;STATIONERY! PAPER! SWEETS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How cool do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 . Drugs are ?&lt;br /&gt;Are retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Which one do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, that's a secret. ^-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who was the first person to text you today?&lt;br /&gt;..LIKE I TEXT PEOPLE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Roll out bed and groan in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was your last missed call on your cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;My phone has no credit. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What's the last mistake you made?&lt;br /&gt;Eating noodles in the late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch- Everywhere. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;Brother. -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Is there anything you want to say to someone special?&lt;br /&gt;-takes a deep breath- I LURVE YOUUUUUUUU~~~ XDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taggles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAT! &lt;br /&gt;JOLYNN!&lt;br /&gt;3~10 PEOPLE WHO KNOWS WHAT'S MSN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1032190564182112492?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1032190564182112492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1032190564182112492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1032190564182112492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1032190564182112492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/02/sighs-xdddd-seki-tagged-me-how-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-5892581011553221089</id><published>2009-02-10T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:08:52.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>Gah, j'ai envie de poignarder Ishwin. D&lt; IL PEUT ALLER BAISER MEURT ! !!!! Le secret révélateur de Nat et le disant à Gabriel et à Darren et QUELQUE PERSONNE DE MYSTERE. Et vous savez pourquoi il l'a fait ; parce qu'il a pensé ce serait amusant pour nous pisser de. Cela l'est ; demain, je LE TUERAI. &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;VOUS M'ENTENDEZ, ISHWIN ? !?!?! Je VOUS TUERAI ! !!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I feel like stabbing Ishwin. D&lt; HE CAN GO FUCKING DIE!!!!! Telling Nat's secret and telling it to Gabriel and Darren and SOME MYSTERY PERSON. And you know why he did it; because he thought it would be fun to piss us off. That's it; tomorrow, I WILL KILL HIM.&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;YOU HEAR ME, ISHWIN?!?!?! I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-5892581011553221089?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5892581011553221089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=5892581011553221089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5892581011553221089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5892581011553221089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/02/gahhh.html' title='GAHHH!!!!'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-8444391819391803274</id><published>2009-02-02T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:40:26.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>`  ---     Oh My Juliet ~</title><content type='html'>Step by step, I met you, and we danced, forgetting about time&lt;br /&gt;Knowing nothing of our destiny in the stars, I can't stop falling love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illuminated by the insincere, immoral moon, it quenched my desire&lt;br /&gt;I embraced destiny and screamed, wherefore art thou Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can laugh and say this is a foolish love, I’ll drop everything and go to you right away&lt;br /&gt;-Oh my Juliet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please, God, tell me; what do I have to do for my wish to come true?&lt;br /&gt;Ah…it hurts so bad I can’t sleep, it’s your fault…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is so long it’s making me crazy; the next sunrise seems like a whole generation away&lt;br /&gt;Alone, swallowed up by the darkness, I can't stop loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given up my name, I’m bailing out, my leaden wings have torn my body&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ll bare my fangs to the heavens once, why I'm me, fatefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If even vows of love are uncertain, then there’s not one thing to lose&lt;br /&gt;-Oh my Juliet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please, God, answer me, what do I have to do for my wish to come true?&lt;br /&gt;Ah…I want to see you right now, I cry to the night sky, oh my sweet Juliet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the fortune's fool! I hold cancelled love&lt;br /&gt;I am the fortune's fool! I hold too much sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can laugh and say this is a foolish love, I’ll drop everything and go to you right away&lt;br /&gt;-Oh my Juliet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please, God, tell me; what do I have to do for my wish to come true?&lt;br /&gt;Ah…it hurts so bad, I cry to the night sky, oh..."&lt;br /&gt;“Does everyone go to sleep holding a love like this?&lt;br /&gt;Ah…wake up right now and laugh and say it’s a lie, oh my sweet Juliet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, who can sleep, and me, with no name; lashed by the rains of tragedy, say good die... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Juliet's English lyrics. And my mom is all like: "Whie didn't you drink Milo yesterday?! You know I leave for you two only, you know! When you pass the age for growing, then you regret! Understand or not?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES SHE THINK I'M AN IDIOT?! -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-8444391819391803274?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8444391819391803274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=8444391819391803274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8444391819391803274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8444391819391803274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-juliet.html' title='`  ---     Oh My Juliet ~'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-6951380195994335166</id><published>2009-02-02T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:39:30.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, teh real report. XD</title><content type='html'>Okay, today, I went to school. ;.; Ish a very sad thing. Plus, I have more homework today. x.O I swear this teacher keep piling homework on us until I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MORE FREE TIME!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET ME BACK MY MORNING SCHOOL! D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVVVEEEEEEEEEE IIIIIIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuckers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothing. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-6951380195994335166?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6951380195994335166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=6951380195994335166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6951380195994335166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6951380195994335166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-teh-real-report-xd.html' title='Okay, teh real report. XD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3869262269529320266</id><published>2009-02-02T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:07:00.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x.O;;;;;</title><content type='html'>I have many, many, many things to proclaim today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Milanor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Ian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Suzaku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like all of their, excluding Ian, voices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Ian's voice because there is no voice actors for Fairy Cube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to Fairy Cube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Milanor. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayt, done proclaiming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3869262269529320266?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3869262269529320266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3869262269529320266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3869262269529320266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3869262269529320266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/02/xo_02.html' title='x.O;;;;;'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4344182060028125285</id><published>2009-02-01T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:01:28.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x.O</title><content type='html'>-groans- Chinese is gone, GONE LIKE THE WINDZ I TELL YOUUU!!!!!!!!! But why so fast?!?!?!??! I'm gonna die from school work. x.O And, I have to restart my tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition + Weekdays = NO TIME TO TALK TO EDEN. Except for 30 minutes. ;.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SUCKS. ;.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nibbles pocky- And Seki ain't going on as well. And todae is Eden and mine's anniversary, we first met today. :333333 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, it was regretful she thought she was on while I was on. DDDDDX If not, we would have 1 hour and 30 minutes left. ;.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school's restarting. ;.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. DX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4344182060028125285?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4344182060028125285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4344182060028125285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4344182060028125285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4344182060028125285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/02/xo.html' title='x.O'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-8377555131808926970</id><published>2009-01-31T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:52:11.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday I went to Jolynn's house. XD</title><content type='html'>Mm, late post, yes I know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea, I went to Jolynn house and met Josephine and Shandrika.  (YOUR BURTHDAY IS ON FEBRUARY 6th, DON'T DENY IT!!!) We went at 2 PM, and arrived like....2.05? o.O I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we ate first and I ate.. very little. XDDDD I guess they knew I wanted to use the computer since I kept glancing back at it, because I wanted to see whether Eden was on. So, I did and kept having staring competitions with Nat from afar. It was then later that they kept into teh room and Nat, Jolynn and I watched Cr@psule Monsters. XDDD I swear, Tristan Junior is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Josephine was wanting to play Maple Story. XDDDD Snailsssss~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then, I when I think she got too confused and started to quit when Shan and Jolynn started their Lala disgust and I took a video. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Josephine played Roller Coaster Tycoon 2. x3333 I missed that game. ;.; NAO, IS HALL DOWNLOAD IT AND MAKE IT FREEEEEE!!!! DDDDD&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got an angpow and I played Moment of Truth with Nat and Jolynn (the truth or false indicator) had malfunctions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nat: .... PUT ON LIP GLOSS!!! PUT IT OONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! DDDDDDD&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jolynn: Roller Coaster Tycccoooonnnnnn... And it was fun in your house. XDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-8377555131808926970?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8377555131808926970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=8377555131808926970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8377555131808926970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8377555131808926970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-i-went-to-jolynns-house-xd.html' title='Yesterday I went to Jolynn&apos;s house. XD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-8221326697477949643</id><published>2009-01-28T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:22:27.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat! XD BECAUSE IT'S FUN!</title><content type='html'>I. Put your iTunes/ any other players on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. For each question, press the next button to get your next answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. YOU MUST WRITE THE SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. Tag 4 friends who might enjoy doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says "Is it okay" you say?&lt;br /&gt;Cycle - Cherryblossoms {`._.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs [Shamisen Version] {`.________. THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/ girl?&lt;br /&gt;Still Doll - Kanon Wakeshima {`LOLWHUT? I LIKE A DOLL? xDD}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Last Cross - Mitsuoka Masami  {`How do I feel like a cross? ._.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your life purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Hitorribocchi -  Atelier Iris {`-sniffles- ;-; My life purpose is to be alone.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Almateria [Vocal Mix] - Eri Kawai . {`._______________.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Pride of Tomorrow- JUNE {8DDDDD}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Last Song - Gackt. {... What does that mean? xD}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Chain - Back on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Faith - Lisa Komine {2 + 2 is the equation of faith. ;-;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Chain [ROCKIN' GLIDER] - Back on. {... O.O  NYUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DON'T CHAIN ME UP! ;_; I HAVE FISHES TO FEED!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Snow Kiss - NIRGILIS {` Ahem.. "Kiss me nao, -beep- !(.. &gt;.&gt;;;; I DON'T WANT YA KNOW HIS NAME) Kiss me, and reduce me into snow" .__.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Boys &amp; Girls - LM.C {... Well, I DO have a brother.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Time's Scar - Chrono Cross {` .___. Great, my wedding is gonna have a scar on time.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Chain (Acoustics Cowboy Mix) - Back-on {.___. But, this is a heart lifting song. D8}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your hobby/ interest?&lt;br /&gt;Gekidou - UVERworld {... So my hobby is to be agitated. ._.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Phantom  Maiden - Mana Khemia{My biggest secret: I'm ze ghost. =D}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Tsunaide no Kissu wo - Sanae Kobayashi {..? .___.} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's the worst thing that could happen?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your Home - Rin Oikawa {... =DD I fear that one day, someone will make me his home.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you die?&lt;br /&gt;Karma - Bump of Chicken {.__________________.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;Run for your Life- haruka Shimotsuki {"NO! WAIT! I STILL WANNA KNOW THE ANSWERR!!! -running-"}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you could go back in time, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;88- LM.C {So, I would change the maths number so taht it will not go above 88! &gt;8DD THANK ME, KIDDOS! WE DON'T HAVE HARD MATHS HOMEWORK ANYMORE!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What hurts right now?&lt;br /&gt;A little Pain - Olivia. {I WILL NEVER TELL YOU WHAT'S THE LITTLE PAIN I'M HAVING! &gt;8D BUT IF YOU READ THE POST BELOW, YA MIGHT KNOW. xDDDDD}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you post it as?&lt;br /&gt;Chain (tekno Value MIX) - Back on {._.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I want to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-8221326697477949643?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8221326697477949643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=8221326697477949643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8221326697477949643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8221326697477949643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/repeat-xd-because-its-fun.html' title='Repeat! XD BECAUSE IT&apos;S FUN!'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-5679443609963669469</id><published>2009-01-28T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:12:43.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from holidays</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am back on with my old computer, I feel like writing a story and my ass is hurting like hell. x.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I earned a lot of money. xDDDD THANK YOU, JONATHAN! YOU ARE THE BEST COUSIN EVER! I HOPE YOU'LL CONTINUE DISTRIBUTING MONEY~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd... my ass is hurting. x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-5679443609963669469?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5679443609963669469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=5679443609963669469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5679443609963669469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5679443609963669469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-from-holidays.html' title='Back from holidays'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-6071576249602089527</id><published>2009-01-26T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:15:38.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>It is the Chinese New Year, and I am in Penang. .___. Nat is too, except she is so far from meh. DD8 I came here to stay for about 5 days, and tomorrow I have to go back, I have to sleep in that crowded car, sadly. At least my aunt ain't comin' so there's more space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I stayed with my cousin, Valerie along with my cousin, Dan, Eric, Dora and other relatives. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm using teh laptop and the table is killing my skin. D8 My neck is killing me as well. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, I have to go and bathe soon. x.X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-6071576249602089527?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6071576249602089527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=6071576249602089527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6071576249602089527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6071576249602089527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-2540489067481142984</id><published>2009-01-20T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:23:30.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My head is super itchy. @__@</title><content type='html'>Yes, because I haven't wash it. And I'm supposed to be exercising but, my mom ain't here, so yes, I'm slacking off . xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, school's really boring, English.... god, I SWEAR I KNOW ALL THE WORDS THEY"REE USING! DX Bahasa Melayu, are you kidding me? Half of teh time I'd be wondering what teacher is saying! Maths, god, it's hard... Moral, ... ;__; NOOO!!!!!!!! MY TEACHER FINALLY CAME! DX AND... AND!!! SHE'S MY HISTORY TEACHER! D'X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geografi, not that bad, I guess. D: The only subject I DO like is... &gt;.&gt;;;;; AP (free time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-2540489067481142984?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2540489067481142984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=2540489067481142984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2540489067481142984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2540489067481142984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-head-is-super-itchy.html' title='My head is super itchy. @__@'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-2062736786063853276</id><published>2009-01-19T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:47:33.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silky Smooth~</title><content type='html'>xDDDD;;; I straightened my hair, the grudge is no moar.  And it is very well done, and the guy who did it for me is pretty cute, too bad he's married. xDDDD Well, I'm not supposed to tie for three days and guess what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR GAWD, SCHOOL WON'T LET ME GET AWAY WITH THIS. If they don't allow and if my hair gets messed... @__@ I'm gonna sue them, I paid about RM170. That's not exactly considered cheap. &gt;.&gt;;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-2062736786063853276?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2062736786063853276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=2062736786063853276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2062736786063853276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2062736786063853276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/silky-smooth.html' title='Silky Smooth~'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3579744167288219053</id><published>2009-01-18T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:39:56.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom Maiden</title><content type='html'>I. Put your iTunes/ any other players on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. For each question, press the next button to get your next answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. YOU MUST WRITE THE SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. Tag 4 friends who might enjoy doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says "Is it okay" you say?&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome no Kissu - SID. ... THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;Wheel of Destiny (Akatsuki no Kuruma) - FictionJunction Yuuka. ._____. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/ girl?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent Sorrow - abingdon boys school. {... Great, I like miserable people, this is so fuckin' awesome.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Winter Sleep - OLIVIA {...... I feel like sleeping on a winter day. So awesome, no?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your life purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Hishoku no Sora - Mami Kawada {xDDD So awesome, one day my life's purpose is something to do with the sky. xD}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Pride of Tomorrow - JUNE. {... Nice! 8D}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Ray of Illuminati - ..someone. {8DDDDD}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Howling - abingdon boys school. {... What does that mean? xD}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Snow Kiss - Nirgilis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Sakura Addiction - Takashi Kondo. {.. Well, this song was in a DUET.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Run for your Life - Haruka Shimotsuki. {... O.O STUPID ITUNES!!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Doubt &amp; Trust - Access&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Last Cross - Mitsuoka Masami &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;...  The Eye's Wings {Hitomi no Tsubasa} - Access {Uhhh, I may not be right about the translation, jus a rough thing. tsubasa = wings, Hitomi = A name for people with nice eyes}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a Boat - Rie FU {... xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your hobby/ interest?&lt;br /&gt;Faith - Lisa Komine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Juliet - LM.C {.... HEEEYYY!!! IT SHOULD BE "OH MY ROMEO" INSTEAD! DX}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Last song - Gackt {..? .___.} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's the worst thing that could happen?&lt;br /&gt;Snow Tears - Shoko Nakagawa {... =DD I fear that one day, our tears will be ice instead. 8D}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you die?&lt;br /&gt;Rinne Rondo - On/Off {.__________________.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;Antoinette Blue - Nana Kitade {._.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you could go back in time, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;Cycle - Cherryblossoms {.___.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What hurts right now?&lt;br /&gt;Chain - Back On. {.___.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you post it as?&lt;br /&gt;Phantom Maiden - Mana Khemia Soundtrack. {8D}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I want to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eden. &gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;2. Seki! &gt;8D {[s]You leader of queens, you[/s]}&lt;br /&gt;3. Kootoni. &gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4~ 10 People who knows what is a book. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3579744167288219053?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3579744167288219053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3579744167288219053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3579744167288219053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3579744167288219053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/phantom-maiden.html' title='Phantom Maiden'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-8898559833752740198</id><published>2009-01-17T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:51:46.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so hard.. ;.;</title><content type='html'>-sniff- I'm at a lost of what to do.... I'm afraid of something that I can't say. If not, I'm afraid someone will hate me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's isn't blocking me.. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-8898559833752740198?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8898559833752740198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=8898559833752740198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8898559833752740198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8898559833752740198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-so-hard.html' title='Life is so hard.. ;.;'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-6070835877401835867</id><published>2009-01-11T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:23:16.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>THIS REALLY SUCCKKKSSS!!!!! WEEKENDS ARE OVER, EDEN WASN'T ON YESTERDAY NIGHT, I DIED WHILE FIGHTING GUITAR HERO! OVERLORD ZENON IS NAO TRYING TO KILL ME! I DIED PLAYING KIRBY! ;.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school is in ... 1 moar hour. ;.;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-6070835877401835867?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6070835877401835867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=6070835877401835867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6070835877401835867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6070835877401835867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/gahhhh.html' title='GAHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-5358625051201595475</id><published>2009-01-08T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:25:55.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaia Guild: Yggdra Union</title><content type='html'>&gt;:DDDDD I've made a Yggdra Union guild, even though I have clearly no idea what's teh plot or any spoilers, man they should make it into manga, BUT I JUST HOPE THEY DON'T PAIR YGGDRA WITH MILANOR~, MY LOVE~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulcasa makes a better opinion. &gt;&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE ISH MY TORCHIC! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks! D&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teachers don't though. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A PSP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MILANOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM MARIETTA EXCEPT THE M THAT'S BLOCKING MY WAY! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MILANOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SEBASTIAN! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE FIN! 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T REALLY LIKE YGGDRA, BUT MY HEART IS SAYING TO LIKE HER! ;~;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE NEITZSCHER! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO LIKE ROSWELL! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUZ IS A NINCOMPOOP, SO SAYS EMILIA~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MILANOR! 8DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I HAVE CONFESSED THAT I LOVE MIALNOR MOAR THAN 3 TIMES! 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Owari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-5358625051201595475?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5358625051201595475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=5358625051201595475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5358625051201595475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5358625051201595475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/gaia-guild-yggdra-union.html' title='Gaia Guild: Yggdra Union'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4676766995229212141</id><published>2009-01-05T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:06:12.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird First Day in School</title><content type='html'>This was my first day in school as a Form 2, and man, it's hard. Well, maybe weird would be a better phrase for this, because Sanjeev told me I was in the same class as him, which is 2D. Then when the teacher called the attendance, my name wasn't in there so I asked teacher whether my name is on the list which WASN'T. So I asked my friend to come with with me, and I found out what Natasha said was true, that I was in 2B. [-cough2bpencil-cough-]Well, I told my teacher and I was in the class. And I had to take the books by myself, and Dionne and Sanjeev and a couple of friends want to transfer to 2B by asking their parents. xDD;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHARHARHAR!!!! &gt;8DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best class~ -dances-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4676766995229212141?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4676766995229212141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4676766995229212141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4676766995229212141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4676766995229212141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/weird-first-day-in-school.html' title='Weird First Day in School'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4906237566851079298</id><published>2009-01-02T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:41:20.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contacts</title><content type='html'>CONTACTS LENS ARE A PAIN IN THE BUTT BUT VERY USEFUL! DDDX ... Arghh, I took 15 minutes just to put them in... And I have to practice... .... 2 hours and 19 minutes before I have to take them out. ;~;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4906237566851079298?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4906237566851079298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4906237566851079298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4906237566851079298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4906237566851079298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/contacts.html' title='Contacts'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-319798555767099596</id><published>2009-01-01T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:15:07.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-groans-</title><content type='html'>SCHOOL STARTING. LONG NAILS GONE. SHORT STUBBY NAILS IS HERE. THIS BITES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-319798555767099596?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/319798555767099596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=319798555767099596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/319798555767099596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/319798555767099596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2009/01/groans.html' title='-groans-'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-9032635200117943764</id><published>2008-12-24T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:31:16.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the worst Christmas I've ever had...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Christmas Eve, all was fine. Until late at night, it seemed my brother didn't come back home until 4: 00 AM or something. Then, my dad awoke my mom and told her. She didn't wanted to be awaken, from what she told me; he'd disturb her and he was drunk. Then, they both went downstairs where my mom called my brother, even though my dad just couldn't get off his ass and do it himself. I just stayed in bed, wondering what will happen to my brother. Until, I heard some incoherent words from my dad like: "IT'S FOUR O'CLOCK, YOU KNOW! FOUR O'CLOCK!!" Then, something in Chinese. It was very loud, I could hear it even from upstairs. Then, this morning I heard she said he was saying very bad words like: "Motherfucker" and all that. Then, she pushed him out of the kitchen and slammed the door. That's when I came down, my father was smoking outside and when I opened the door to my kitchen, my mom was drinking milo and crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she went upstairs and cried, while I hugged her and comfort her, she took one of my beds and slept beside the bed with my dad. I could hear some sobs coming from her, while my dad came up. then, I heard my brother came back, my dad went down first and I heard some soft incoherent conversations, after he went up, my mom went down. I think she told him what happened and all that. The next morning, I woke up and made some milo for her, then, she told me that my brother is off to Singapore for his trip and he left her note. And all the things that were stated about, she even said that if she had provoke him more, he'd beat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't even know how my parents are going to fix this. This year sucks... What's more it's Christmas, now my parents are in a fight. I just hope my mom will be strong..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-9032635200117943764?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/9032635200117943764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=9032635200117943764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/9032635200117943764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/9032635200117943764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-worst-christmas-ive-ever-had.html' title='Today is the worst Christmas I&apos;ve ever had...'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-5266789969929095867</id><published>2008-12-23T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:05:59.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ISH IS SO BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Is this a curse? Is this some thing I have to repent for? WHY AM I SO BORED..?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh........ -runs in circles- Sometimes, I wish time would stop as well, school's less than 10 days, this sucks... I barely even did anything and I.. I... HAVE TO CUT MY NAILS SOON! DX NYUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-5266789969929095867?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5266789969929095867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=5266789969929095867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5266789969929095867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/5266789969929095867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-ish-is-so-bored.html' title='I ISH IS SO BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3265799177683107652</id><published>2008-12-22T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:02:30.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sighs Another terrible day</title><content type='html'>-sighs- Today, I found out that my brother lied to my mom that he went downstairs to drink water when he really was driving the car to help his friend. Then, my mom and brother argued. My mom said that she doesn't want to care about him anymore. And yesterday, because I washed my hair, she said I didn't it on purpose so I could skip exercise, which was wrong. After a while, I cooked my food and she said that I'll have to do it myself and that she doesn't want to care anymore. When she was mopping the floor, she gave me a lecture and when she was bathing I heard her cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her if there was anything I could do, she said: "Don't bother and leave me alone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- .. And I thought it was going to be a good day... I was horribly wrong. I wish I had the ability to voice out my feelings sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3265799177683107652?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3265799177683107652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3265799177683107652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3265799177683107652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3265799177683107652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/sighs-another-terrible-day.html' title='-sighs Another terrible day'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-2174647560636212212</id><published>2008-12-21T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:19:53.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew, back from shopping</title><content type='html'>My mom and I went to Pyramid, man I'm sooo tired! When we went there, we gone in a &lt;s&gt;few&lt;/s&gt; A LOT of clothing shop. I swear, I'll yawn if we go into a feminine shop and when I saw one black dress, I DIDN'T yawn. :DDDD Well, after that, we went to Marks &amp; Spencer, it took us about 45 minutes to get there. -groans-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Suikoden 3 Vol. 8. 8DDDD -huggles comie- And a lot of peopel were dressed up for cosplay, they looked sooo cool!!!! All in all, I WALKED EVERYWHERE TILL MY LEGS WERE GOING TO DROP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Sebby-kins~ &lt;3 -huggles-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-2174647560636212212?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2174647560636212212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=2174647560636212212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2174647560636212212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2174647560636212212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/whew-back-from-shopping.html' title='Whew, back from shopping'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-8264306637935328629</id><published>2008-12-20T01:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:24:37.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;;;</title><content type='html'>P.S. I found out my brothers poorno on the computer.. SHTOOPID GUY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-8264306637935328629?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8264306637935328629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=8264306637935328629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8264306637935328629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8264306637935328629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='&gt;&gt;;;'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-8387451846749957784</id><published>2008-12-20T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:15:46.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-groans-</title><content type='html'>Arghhhh............................................... It is like time is being on a remote control or something, it is just me or is our holidays going TOO FAST for comfort? Because it just seemed as though yesterday was the the 30th of November.... Meh, must be our current president. &gt;&gt;;;; Well, STILL ADDICTED to Kuroshitsuji, I SHALL MAKE A PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT IN N00b LANGUAGE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNZ J00, EDENZ. D&lt; FORZ MEH MOAR OBZEZZIZE WITHZ KUROSHITSUJI (THE ONLY WORD THAT'S NORMAL xD) EVENZ DOUGH (Though) EI DONZ'T MINDZ LIKINZ' SEBBY-KINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'm done. &gt;&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's way n00b language. &gt;8B Bwahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei is I. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebby-kins is Sebastian.. morons for didn't get it, excluding those who don't read Kuroshitsuji. KEELZ MADAM RED AND MAYLENE, KEELZ! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And KEELZ ELIZA-BITCH FOR FUN AND CONTENTMENT OF EDENZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/rant] &lt;----------- [To Natasha: In Gaia, we use this to close up &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt; that is in &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;italics&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;underline&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;s&gt;strikethrough&lt;/s&gt; SO WHY CAN'T WE DO IT WITH OTHER ACTIONS, HMMZ?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire content belongs to its rightful owner. D; I just this blog, &lt;s&gt;which is sooo unfair. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D BAI~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-8387451846749957784?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8387451846749957784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=8387451846749957784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8387451846749957784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8387451846749957784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/groans.html' title='-groans-'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3104455145968058588</id><published>2008-12-17T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:12:17.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuroshitsuji</title><content type='html'>... I'll admit it, I'm addicted to Kuroshitsuji. -daydreams- SEBASTIAN~~~!!!! &gt;.&lt; WHY TEH HELL ISH HE NOT ALIVE?! IT ISH NOT FARE!! DX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rants for another hour-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am back. Kuroshitsuji better have their manga and anime update. Or I'll go ballistic. *nods* Well, I get my fill on Kuroshitsuji from Eden. -daydreams of RP- Ahhh....~ Ciel is like a midget whose... the same age as me but only shorter. :D Damn, my KHR addiction is going away. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I NEED TO WRITE WITH THOSE ADDICTIONS! DX *coughdinocough* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huggles Sebastian- :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3104455145968058588?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3104455145968058588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3104455145968058588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3104455145968058588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3104455145968058588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/kuroshitsuji.html' title='Kuroshitsuji'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1958381806462658055</id><published>2008-12-14T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:55:50.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Daddy's birthday! :D</title><content type='html'>yesterday is my daddy's birthday. :D~ Well, he didn't wanted a cake so.. xD -shrugs- Not much of a sweet tooth is he? We went to Subang Parade after we ate Thai Food, the usual, we went to MPH Bookstore and then my brother and Mom went shopping for clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my computer acted liek a GODDAMN jerk again. D&lt; Refuse to on, but I think that was my brother's fault, him putting the mp3 in before it could boot. D: So I went into the other roomm, watching Rental Magica. Fiinnnn -huggles him- HE'S SO CUTTEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN! D&lt; My brother came into the room and made me watch Drillbit Taylor. DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, why is he so pushy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1958381806462658055?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1958381806462658055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1958381806462658055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1958381806462658055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1958381806462658055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-daddys-birthday-d.html' title='MY Daddy&apos;s birthday! :D'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4094448020302713893</id><published>2008-12-13T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:54:49.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8DDD WOOHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>YEYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY FIC ON LUNAESCENCE.COM GOT APPROVED! &lt;3333 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm super happy! Except Eden's MS word is acting bad to her. DD: Poor thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for anyone curious, my pen name there is Broken Passion. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4094448020302713893?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4094448020302713893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4094448020302713893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4094448020302713893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4094448020302713893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/8ddd-woohooo.html' title='8DDD WOOHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-6472216627537458331</id><published>2008-12-09T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:19:14.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged.... for the umpteenth friggin' time. .__.</title><content type='html'>What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Black. 8D&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most important to you?&lt;br /&gt;My friends and family. :3&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;How often do you think if committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;Not very often, but once I felt insecure till I felt like committing suicide. But I think that stupid now. :D&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;NO. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;Depends. &gt;_&gt; &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;No. .__. But I can make a rainbow! ~__^ My cousin taught me!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one who cheers you up and supports you?&lt;br /&gt;....Dionne, Eden, Natasha. .__. Please circle/underline one. :D&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;...Call me old-fashion, but yes. &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the person who tagged you, likes to play kidnapping?&lt;br /&gt;Jolynn? .__. HELL YES. {Sorry, Jolynn, I'm just joking! xD}&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What are you really afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;...Being ignored by own friends. Well, that nightmare is nearly coming true, now in school I feel like a ghost. Only Natasha, Dionne, Kelly can see me. =)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What is your bad habit?&lt;br /&gt;I'm overly hyper. ._. I blame my body's energy.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a secret crush?&lt;br /&gt;...Well, yes. xP&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as long as they just talk to me just because they want my help. Like a few people in my class.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What does flying means to you?&lt;br /&gt;...I can fly with the birds! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What do you currently crave?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh.... Sugus? ._.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Are you single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;I ish dai-hard singal. xDD&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Describe the person who tagged you in 7 words.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't smile much, has sexay Cbox evah! {xD}&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music, sleep, chat with Eden. xD&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What is the worse case scenario that has happened to you in your life?&lt;br /&gt;....The day when Dionne started acting like Pn. Yong. There, that's your clue. Natasha, you should know.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Who's the worst person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Yong, En. Flat Ass Amin.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Notify the people you tag in their cbox that they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;1. Natasha. &gt;:D~&lt;br /&gt;2. Eden. &gt;8DDD&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;LEADAH OF BEANS.&lt;/s&gt; Seki. &gt;8B&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-6472216627537458331?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6472216627537458331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=6472216627537458331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6472216627537458331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6472216627537458331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-tagged-for-umpteenth-friggin-time.html' title='I got tagged.... for the umpteenth friggin&apos; time. .__.'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-4354924421034222407</id><published>2008-12-08T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:10:54.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seki's Quiz Part 2 xDDDD</title><content type='html'>Write down 10 things to describe yourself and send it to 10 people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dense/Stupid. {Ish not bad things. xD}&lt;br /&gt;2. Uhhh....Foul-mouthed. {D:}&lt;br /&gt;3. Random. {...........:D}&lt;br /&gt;4. Hungry. {I AM NOW. DX}&lt;br /&gt;5. Uhhh.... Loves to stay at home&lt;br /&gt;6. Has watched 4 movies in a day.&lt;br /&gt;7. Has long nails. :D&lt;br /&gt;8. Loves to play the Sims. xD&lt;br /&gt;9. Loves fonts&lt;br /&gt;10. HATE BUGS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1~10 ... PEOPLE WHO LOVE POTATO CHIPS. xDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-4354924421034222407?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4354924421034222407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=4354924421034222407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4354924421034222407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/4354924421034222407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/sekis-quiz-part-2-xdddd.html' title='Seki&apos;s Quiz Part 2 xDDDD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-998460162077752290</id><published>2008-12-08T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:14:58.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies~! 8DDD</title><content type='html'>xDDD Today is my movie marathon, so I woke up and my dad starts singing something and I had to go to Pyramid... &gt;__&gt; Of all days, why can''t we go on Wednesday?! D8 -wanted to talk to Eden-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways, we, my brother, mom and me, did get much except me. I bought Suikoden III VOL.7 ... &gt;__&gt; -wanted to see Caesar- Um.. Salad. Well, when I gto home, I checked my Messenger quickly, only to see she wasn't on. =X ... I sound like Holly from P.S.I love you, waiting for Gerry's letters. o.O;;; IN.THE.FRIEND.WAY, you yuri pervs. :D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I watched P.S. I love you, first and 3 quarters of it were in marginal condition. =X ... So it took longer, it's touching. :D ... But I always think movies are touching. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Wild Child... It's a nice movie. :D ... Till I watched it twice in a row. &gt;_&gt; I like Poppy's black hair. :D Mm, Drippy's hair is incredibly frizzy, sure makes me appreciate my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2, honestly, I never saw the first. But I only bought it because America Ferrera was there, (Lead Actress of Ugly Betty. xD) and my gosh, they really care for the pants. =D ....... And I can't believe, in Gaia Online, I actually just took the pants.. and sold it. .__. -money whore- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's .... 4 movies I watched in a day, .. thrice my usual. And I think I'm in love in my file, so much paper.... 8DDDD &lt;---- LOVES empty papers, likes to write in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my back is still sore from laying in the bed all day.... 3PM to 1AM... THAT'S REALLY LONGGG... I spent 10 hours watching movies.... =DDDD ... Uhh, 9 times my usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think I better go to sleep before my mom fries me alive for being up to late. I swore teh last time I stayed up that late, she wanted me to go down and don't sleep. &gt;__&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-998460162077752290?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/998460162077752290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=998460162077752290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/998460162077752290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/998460162077752290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/movies-8ddd.html' title='Movies~! 8DDD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3714912587573162252</id><published>2008-12-03T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:06:19.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-twitch-</title><content type='html'>&gt;________________&gt; Must not create blog for Christmas drabbles. Must not.. Ah, what the hell? I LOVE CHRISTMAS! 8DDD -go makes a blog. xD-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... But, I kinda forgot ALL about it so, I start tomorrow because I forgot all about the writers tradition  of 25 days.. instead it'll be 20 days to Christmas because my memory sucks. =&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my knee hurts. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Might as well skip exercise. &gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3714912587573162252?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3714912587573162252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3714912587573162252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3714912587573162252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3714912587573162252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/12/twitch.html' title='-twitch-'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-1675998154962294329</id><published>2008-11-30T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:46:57.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZZY~! 8D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The rules and regulations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I talk to myself frequently.&lt;br /&gt;`{ ... What? &gt;.&gt;;; So, if I talk to myself frequently, acting or so, I have to get stared at?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For some obnoxious reasons, my big toe can crack multiples times when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;`{ I am young, so that fact above applies to me~ :D}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Natasha and I have weird pronouncing skills. xD&lt;br /&gt;`{ Proven yesterday. xD}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;`{.... Due to something weird which happened when I young. :D.... You're free to ask. &gt;_&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish to throw knives at 'Butthead'&lt;br /&gt;~{Natasha, you should know who I'm talking about; I do believe our feelings are mutual (the same. I have a feeling you don't know this word, Nat. xD;;;)}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I LIKE TO MAKE FUN PEOPLE. ._.&lt;br /&gt;{.... Who doesn't?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. .... I like to blame all the things on the current president. :D~&lt;br /&gt;{.... Eden, you know who I'm talking about. xD}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't like my brother's pushy behavior.&lt;br /&gt;{... &gt;___&gt;;;;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I like more than 100+ anime guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;{Usually obsess with guys in anime but, not in real life. :D Keep my obsession a secret, okay?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I ISH ADDICTED TO MUSIC! D:&lt;br /&gt;{WHISH IS A GOOD THING. =D}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who get tagged:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dionne&lt;br /&gt;2. Natasha&lt;br /&gt;3. Jolynn&lt;br /&gt;4. Park. [For fun~ =D]&lt;br /&gt;5. Vinod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6~10 FOR PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-1675998154962294329?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1675998154962294329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=1675998154962294329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1675998154962294329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/1675998154962294329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/11/quizzy-8d.html' title='QUIZZY~! 8D'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-8959726225026654974</id><published>2008-11-30T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:28:47.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROHAN Online: Blood Feud</title><content type='html'>Nyehehehehehehe!! &gt;DDDDD -downloaded ROHAN Online- THIS GAME IS SO FUN! EXCEPT THINGS WILL CHASE YOU SOMETIMES. o.O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I chat, SURELY JUST SURELY, an ass will pooped out. =__= That proved true, because an Imp's butt just popped while I was talking to Eden and a Lycan's when I was talking to Natasha... what is with asses and MSN Messengers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I ish to be writing a drabbles with Eden, =O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-8959726225026654974?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8959726225026654974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=8959726225026654974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8959726225026654974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8959726225026654974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/11/rohan-online-blood-feud.html' title='ROHAN Online: Blood Feud'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-6296516830104092761</id><published>2008-11-26T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:43:00.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seki's quiz. =3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue up the statements that are true to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red up the statements that you wish are true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Leave the Fibs alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't watch TV these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. [o.O;; I'm not that  kind of person.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [xDDD You see, I like to experiment]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I like the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;way I look&lt;/span&gt;. [Uhh, I dunno whether if this allowed but.. I wish I like the way I look, but deep inside I like the way I looks. xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/span&gt; [&gt;___&gt;;; You see, I'm the one usually ignored, excluding Dionne and Natasha, of course.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I would rather shop then eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [I just don't pray so often. xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [&gt;_&gt; I just licked my dad's beer cup when he wasn't looking. JUST A LICK and God, it tasted AWFUL.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I would die for my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [Death partners, xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [I am, but people aren't.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [Teh waterzzz calmzz meh. xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I adore bright colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [xDD So that I can scare people and I can go cosplay as Orochimaru]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have ridden a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [&gt;__&gt; CANDEH. Nuff said.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [xDD I did that when I was young.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't stand at least one person that I work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; [&gt;_&gt; Well, I am hyper.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To Seki &amp;amp; Eden: .... You knew it was gonna happen, DON'T DENY IT. xD By the way, ... I like candeh. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-6296516830104092761?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6296516830104092761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=6296516830104092761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6296516830104092761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/6296516830104092761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/11/sekis-quiz-3.html' title='Seki&apos;s quiz. =3'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3651466029509651517</id><published>2008-11-24T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:28:00.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories. =3</title><content type='html'>YAY! x3 I'm in my story streak now, but sadly it's original stories, not anime stories. Oh well! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've done many collaborated stories with Eden, x.x So, yea, my fingers are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing Seki-san's quiz soon. xD" Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are getting boring and more boring along with hazardous. &gt;_&gt; Especially with my mom making me exercise. Arghh.. I want to lose weight, badly. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the chips in my kitchen are calling out to me so badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... Dinner is gonna come soon, resist! X__X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3651466029509651517?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3651466029509651517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3651466029509651517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3651466029509651517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3651466029509651517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/11/stories-3.html' title='Stories. =3'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-7611961778899299372</id><published>2008-11-21T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:30:01.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyeh... SO BORING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nyeh, so boring... There's a man outside my house, asking for mangoes. And my mom is angry because he came about 6 times this month and he makes a big mess. He's greedy, but..... -is very leniet; sighs- Ah, you know me... I can't bare to hear a man yelling out continuosly. &gt;___&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I started a crack story and for most of you who don't know what crack is... It means funny. =W= Meh... so bored, Eden isn't online either. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how is that game "Eternal Poison" is.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-7611961778899299372?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7611961778899299372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=7611961778899299372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/7611961778899299372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/7611961778899299372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/11/nyeh-so-boring.html' title='Nyeh... SO BORING!'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-8100395509081205506</id><published>2008-11-21T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:59:22.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Eden! 8DDDD</title><content type='html'>Eden, happy birthday! &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck on turning 13, like us. xDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-8100395509081205506?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8100395509081205506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=8100395509081205506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8100395509081205506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/8100395509081205506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-eden-8dddd.html' title='Happy Birthday, Eden! 8DDDD'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-7945618256669149395</id><published>2008-11-20T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T05:34:50.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying computer</title><content type='html'>This computer if really annoying now. =__= It won't make a sound when it's on ebuddy. DDD: I have to use my senses. &gt;___&gt; Which is hard, cause I don't use them that much except for breathing and talking and seeing and hearing. Well, my nails are long and black-less. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for Eden though. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Be-Early Birthday, Eden! 8DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-7945618256669149395?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7945618256669149395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=7945618256669149395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/7945618256669149395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/7945618256669149395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/11/annoying-computer.html' title='Annoying computer'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-366149247472462624</id><published>2008-11-19T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:59:43.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Computer</title><content type='html'>Yea, it's THAT time of 4 month (usually). My computer will have to system Recovery, why? you ask. Simply because, my computer can't work like normal if it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, now, the scrolling has reduced to the slow motion thing, I HATE MY COMPUTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's at least faster than normal compies. 3=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my MSN histories are gone, this FUCKING sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-366149247472462624?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/366149247472462624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=366149247472462624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/366149247472462624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/366149247472462624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-computer.html' title='Stupid Computer'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-2977545897555226756</id><published>2008-11-18T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:17:42.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nails are so long.. o.O;;;</title><content type='html'>Holy shitzzzz.... My nails are so frickin' long, I just removed the black nail polish because I kept coating them with a new layer and you can see the old ones.... I think they're about 1 centimeter now. =___= .... I LIKE IT, ANYWAY! x'DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....-idolizing Yong Han- MUST HAVE NAILS AS LONG AS HIS, but not as dirty though. &gt;___&gt; ...-secretly harboring thoughts to paint his nails pink- He'll kill me. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-2977545897555226756?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2977545897555226756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=2977545897555226756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2977545897555226756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/2977545897555226756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-nails-are-so-long-oo.html' title='My nails are so long.. o.O;;;'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663292174191396567.post-3040309165637031248</id><published>2008-11-17T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:45:27.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For the past 3 days, I've had fever. Yes, fever, feel my pain and I had major headaches and vomiting temptations, and yes, I did vomit and yes, I vomited about 8 times as of the moment I'm typing this. -sighs- =w= And my throat is really in pain right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And yesterday, I vomited upstairs and no, I didn't do it at the toilet and yes, I vomited on the floor. I feel really sorry for my mom and brother, whom had to clean up and refused to let me help. But, my father was being insensitive today and made my mom cry. And we spent some time ranting about him. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6663292174191396567-3040309165637031248?l=broken-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3040309165637031248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6663292174191396567&amp;postID=3040309165637031248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3040309165637031248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6663292174191396567/posts/default/3040309165637031248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broken-passion.blogspot.com/2008/11/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>Broken Passion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06021022926528791684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJla4O9RZ64/TLXGLlaqdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/e_2FiYGBmgs/s1600-R/15270819054c1f79b9bed03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
