<?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-170630045856316008</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:24:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-1278168922605962793</id><published>2008-08-26T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:52:52.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the first day working at maybank.. well.. i don't like it at all.. culture shock to different timing of singapore.. my god.. so pack with people on the bus and traffic is so heavy.. by the time u reach office u already look like u had just fight a battle.. (--) then.. u reach the office.. i turn on the computer be it busy or slack u face the bloody computer till u end work..  i rather work as a nurse tho the working hours are weird at least u can have a comfort seat. reach the work place gracefully..&lt;br /&gt;know wad.. maybank is so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUDGET&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;la... rooaarrrr... the pantry don't even have a fridge.. microwave.. a proper table.. and a coffee maker.. the reason why it is called pantry is because there is a sink and some mugs laying around.. and the whole office is so messy and run down.. hai yo... but the only thing good about budget bank is we don't have to wear formal formal.. thank god.. oh i forget to touch on the toilet.. the toilet got no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOILET PAPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. the first thing that runs in my mind is.. HUH?! lj how?? shit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-1278168922605962793?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1278168922605962793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=1278168922605962793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/1278168922605962793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/1278168922605962793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-first-day-working-at-maybank.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-2055036956737775678</id><published>2008-08-26T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:44:00.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YEA!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.. ^^ OFFICALLY 20 YEARS OLD LIAO...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(nothing to be proud of actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... the following will be wad i have done since saturday.. (long post)&lt;br /&gt;raining like mad.. and stupid me din know my shoe actually got holes underneath in the end my whole shoe socks feet is wet.. ee...... i went to the IDP talk at orchard hotel.. checking out the courses in aust.. well.. thinking whether to go or not too..&lt;br /&gt;issues concern..&lt;br /&gt;MONEY and CULTURE and their hard to understand ENGLISH.. mm... ( don't u guy start thinking huh.. u bare to leave ur boy boy here ar.. come on.. if its meant to be it will be.. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;anyway percentage of my going i dont know.. i dont think it is high...&lt;br /&gt;ok.. next.. i met up with andrew then we went to marina sqaure so on the way there i wanted to find a shoe so i can changed it coz its kinda uncomfortable.. but apparently.. i m just down on luck.. or big foot monster are getting more.. coz i can't get my size.. its either one size smaller or one size bigger.. so in the end it dry up by itself too.. so ya forget it.. then we catch a movie with yuer, bert, trac and bert's bunk mate.. watched 4bia its a thai movie that is in 4 parts.. i would say the first and last story is damn scary la.. but i myself perferred the 3rd one.. kinda funny.. after the movie.. me and yuer meet suet at DBG.. and we had cafe cartel.. well.. food isn't as fantastic but u know its the gathering and laughter that is more important.. somehow it make the food taste better.. anway after the food we are bloated... and we started thinking where to go.. in the end go arcade.. but we enjoy ourselve with the ball game.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;sunday... i went out with my aunt and uncle to orchard.. walk walk.. eat dim sum.. then go home.. coz it is raining so we decided to eat steamboat but not much steamboat ingredient in the fridge so my uncle and i went to ntuc... then after that nuar at the couch watch the stupid closing cermony of olypmic.. =s i watch till i fall asleep la.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;YEA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;monday -&gt; my birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;i would say i just eat my day away.. i meet up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt; at 1pm.. we plan to go carousel for high tea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and was&lt;/span&gt; told by the staff it starts at 230.. so we went to walk around.. we went back and was told it is only going to start at 330.. (- -) waste my time la.. so we head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taka&lt;/span&gt; royal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;copenhagen&lt;/span&gt; tea lounge for our lunch.. YUMMY.... we had mushroom soup.. pasta.. dory fish and chocolate cake.. (evil look) everything is so yummy... totally worth the price.. I LIKE!!! then we went to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt; print at cine.. but it din turn out as good as i expected.. never give up.. we will take again!! then we head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt; to watch space chimps.. ^^ nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;... i like the gummy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tou&lt;/span&gt;.. esp when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tou&lt;/span&gt; glow and go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;RR&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;KAWAII&lt;/span&gt;..... then after we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hillcrest&lt;/span&gt; to have dinner but the place close down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;... so we head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;criag&lt;/span&gt; road to have pasta... its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;resturant&lt;/span&gt; which has gt a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ambience&lt;/span&gt; it won't make u feel stressed but rather warmth and at home.. service is good.. food is good.. we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cesar&lt;/span&gt; salad... this weirdo name in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt;.. its linguine with seafood.. a steak and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIRAMISU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tiramisu&lt;/span&gt; lover die die must try.. it is really really good... and its so cool they actually put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt; paper on top of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; table and there are chalk so u can draw or write anything u like while waiting for the food to come.. interesting right... then after the dinner we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;canele&lt;/span&gt; patisserie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;chocolaterie&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday cake.. ^^ i like the envy look people give when the staff brought the cake and start singing happy birthday song with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt;.. but kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt;.. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care) after coming back home.. my mum cooked me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;suan&lt;/span&gt;.. (- -) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;rooaarr&lt;/span&gt; bloated but still eat.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... so the whole day i m eating n eating n eating... i will post the photos if i m not lazy.. =D&lt;br /&gt;I ENJOY MY BIRTHDAY....&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;yuer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt; [ y he is no.3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he fall asleep (- -") ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;rasyidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;gilbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;mao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;mao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt; lee&lt;br /&gt;yvonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;yeecher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;tada&lt;/span&gt;... its time to open &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;presentssss&lt;/span&gt;..... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-2055036956737775678?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2055036956737775678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=2055036956737775678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/2055036956737775678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/2055036956737775678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/yea-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-7294577305058740225</id><published>2008-08-22T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:19:25.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa... super full.. i should use the word bloated...&lt;br /&gt;i had my dinner at tanglin shopping centre.. its my brother treat.. celebrate my birthday.. we had cong qing ma la huo guo.. we ate continously for 2 hours ok.. well.. the soup base is not as spicy and ma as i tot.. i am expecting something worst than that.. anyway.. price is slightly higher than the normal steamboat i ate at around bugis area.. but it is totally worth the price.. see yi fen qian yi fen huo.. the ambience is better.. air con is stronger.. food are fresher.. service is better.. with lots of complimentary dishes - dim sum, dessert and other steamboat dishes..&lt;br /&gt;my brother bought me a cupcake also... i havent eat yet.. it look so pprreettyyy.... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for the next few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat - meeting yuer and suet &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ (--'') tao yan.. with bert's bunk mate for a movie]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun- meeting my aunt and uncle&lt;br /&gt;monday- its time for andrew.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;tue - start work.. (- -) SIAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-7294577305058740225?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7294577305058740225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=7294577305058740225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7294577305058740225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7294577305058740225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/wa.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-5639951393779783513</id><published>2008-08-21T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:38:18.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I DRIVE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;illegally...&lt;/span&gt; =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun... quite addicting..&lt;br /&gt;sy lent me his car to test drive.. so lost at the beginning.. i drive up to about 50km/hr.. i felt that it is pretty fast already.. loser.. but.. i think i din do very badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i m going to save up and learn driving.. so that i can snatch my brother's volkwagen golf from him... i will defintely snatch from him.. coz its a auto car.... MUAHAHAHA... chiong ar~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-5639951393779783513?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5639951393779783513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=5639951393779783513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5639951393779783513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5639951393779783513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-drive-for-first-time-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-7990391845683814918</id><published>2008-08-19T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:56:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Act Like You Are 19 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatagequiz/teen.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a teenager at heart. You don't quite feel like a grown up yet, but you don't feel like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're quite rebellious, and you don't like being told what to do. You like to do things your way.&lt;br /&gt;You have your own unique style, taste in music, and outlook on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so accurate.. check it out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Love Is a Gemini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/gemini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Gemini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witty and sharp, a Gemini can keep up with your fast (and ever changing) mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both fun loving and free spirits. You and a Gemini can enjoy each other without expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Gemini will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only can you keep up with a Gemini's sharp tongue, you can introduce a challenge or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're appetite for fun and novelty will keep a Gemini interested - at least for a bit longer than usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OH MY GOD.. ITS IMPOSSIBLE.. &lt;em&gt;EE...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-7990391845683814918?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7990391845683814918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=7990391845683814918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7990391845683814918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7990391845683814918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-act-like-you-are-19-years-old-you.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-4884930411830988618</id><published>2008-08-18T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:42:50.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahahahahahahaha............&lt;br /&gt;my hair is finally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;rebonded&lt;/span&gt;... quite worth it..&lt;br /&gt;coz gt national day promotion... so rebonding + cut = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$180&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (consider cheap for my length in reds already) my hairstylist do a instant treatment for me for that cost $25... somemore today other than washing hair and putting treatment that is done by the xi tou mei.. the rest are done by my hairstylist coz its MONDAY... not much people.. in the end i was given a follow-up treatment 1wk later that cost me only $25.. mm.. still thinking to go or not to... most probably yes.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix feeling..&lt;br /&gt;starting this part time job in a may bank near beach road next tue.. right after my birthday.. (- -) i don't wan... the stupid guy from recruit express la.. keep pestering me.. RROOAARRR.. sian.. have to work.. but yea.. gt money.. contract ends in dec.. KAO~&lt;br /&gt;so.. i'm either going to work as a staff nurse next year or study.. &lt;- still pending till i attend the IDP talk this saturday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-4884930411830988618?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4884930411830988618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=4884930411830988618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/4884930411830988618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/4884930411830988618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-99547132324715816</id><published>2008-08-11T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:28:22.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT LOTS N LOTS OF MONEY!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually gt thousand n one thing that i wan to blog to vent my anger.. well.. in the end i decided not too coz it doesnt matter.. no one care anyway.. ARGH.....~&lt;br /&gt;i know in this world u cant live without money.. u can live without kins without frens without love but not without money.. i might sound cruel but its true... ppl might think i m material.. but who doesnt.. think abt this.. with money u can travel anywhere u wish.. eat all the good food n not hunting n snatching seats in the food court.. get to sleep late everyday in aircon room in cozy bed.. not slogging ur day at work n look so haggard.. get to go for massage n spa whenever i want..&lt;br /&gt;i just hate it whenever my mum comment on something.. (not going to blog here) the common thing she always say.. i guess she just din use her brain when she tok.. she nv does anyway.. i simply just hate her at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I WANT MONEY TO STUDY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOODY DEGREE&lt;/span&gt;!!! I WANT MONEY TO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TTTRRAAVVEEELLL&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(whatever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-99547132324715816?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/99547132324715816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=99547132324715816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/99547132324715816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/99547132324715816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-lots-n-lots-of-money-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-2472824858033639574</id><published>2008-08-09T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:53:47.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh.. finally.. i receive my clothes..  (- -) after so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. totally in love with it.. my mum comment that it is unique n nice.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;and i tot the person that is doing the spree is someone that is abt our age but.. no lor.. is a (sorry) auntie.. coz i collected my clothes from her husband at n.s harvey norman.. that is y i know.. but it doesnt matter.. just for information.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;i m going to shop for more.. lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-2472824858033639574?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2472824858033639574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=2472824858033639574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/2472824858033639574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/2472824858033639574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-4030412343778885927</id><published>2008-08-07T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:11:00.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I M SOOOOOOOOO BORED... NO LIFE TO THE MAX...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday. i wake up ( and i dont know y i wake up so early la..) i use com... i slack.. i eat.. i go shopping... Singapore is soooo small... nowhere to shop... rooaarrrr.... this is only the first week of my end school life.. n i already felt that its so boring... i wan to study!!!!!!!!! can study without exam? =D&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i decided.. i shall go vivio today... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start work&lt;br /&gt;to study in sim which needs 12mth exp. full time course for 1yr&lt;br /&gt;to study in australia application closing date 31/10 full time course for 9mths..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-4030412343778885927?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4030412343778885927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=4030412343778885927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/4030412343778885927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/4030412343778885927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-m-sooooooooo-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-7445798960674840600</id><published>2008-08-05T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:37:18.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wwwooooo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls call me staff nurse ow...  ^^&lt;br /&gt;ok this post was suppose to be on thurs but i m too lazy to login in to write this post.. so this post will be from thurs... lol*&lt;br /&gt;lol* we told the staff nuse that today we won't take in charge.. we will not even be a floater( helping the whole ward) we are just a loiter today.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;1st aug is nurses day n it is also the day we grad so have to go back to sch.. full of regrets coz.. the doris chan n tan siew hong totally is still sqaure even tho we had not seen them for 3mths.. they are like the antique in the school that can be place in the musemun soon.. coz we are suppose to give feedback to them during this 3mths of attachment be it good or bad.. thereby my fren voice up a negative feedback.. n they are so bloody defensive and making it one big round n the fault is back to us.. so disappointed in them.. i believe if we were to stay at cgh for celebration it would be so much better..&lt;br /&gt;and i have been eating n eating n eating la.. cannot take it...&lt;br /&gt;i met up with yuer n suet on sat like finally after so long we can meet up just the 3 of us again... we went to eat waraku.. the food is nice, big portion but expensive.. the total bill came up to about 90 bucks.. argh~ then we have nowhere to go.. everywhere is so crowded coz its a stupid weekend.. so we went nebo hub to chill out, chit chat n play boardgame.. i think i only can have those kind of laugher with them... ^^&lt;br /&gt;i watch money not enough 2 yesterday with baby.. its just a typical singapore movie.. or i should say a typical 'liang zhi qiang's' movie.. its all abt the same.. all abt the gov n the singaporean style.. i fell that he should go into something different.. something more daring.. i mean of a different theme... but i would say that its funny la.. lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current status : &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;slacking ( till further notice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-7445798960674840600?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7445798960674840600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=7445798960674840600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7445798960674840600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7445798960674840600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/wwwooooo-pls-call-me-staff-nurse-ow.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-6918696467218334107</id><published>2008-07-30T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:33:06.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YYYYYEEEEAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tml&lt;/span&gt; will be the last day i m a student nurse.. by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tml&lt;/span&gt; 2100hrs.. i m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;offically&lt;/span&gt; a staff nurse!! so.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; call me staff nurse ow.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn funny today k..&lt;br /&gt;the 4 of us that have gone through all the up n downs in this 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; was super noisy n super excited.. awaiting for the magical moment to arrive.. we just kept saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tml&lt;/span&gt; our last day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;.. so plastic can.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. yesterday DR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yeon&lt;/span&gt; ( the bad one) was bring (i think) the new house man a.k.a newly passed out doctor to the ward.. then my staff nurse saw him and told him kindly to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;initate&lt;/span&gt; his name on the lab result.. not appreciative for our kind reminder.. he insult all the nurse by saying to the houseman.. this is wad the nurses like to do.. like asking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; to sign all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mininal&lt;/span&gt; things.. esp if the doctor is handsome then he will received more calls from the nurse.. (- -") he is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BYL&lt;/span&gt; can.. for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; information he is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;uglist&lt;/span&gt; doctor in the ward excluding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;khong&lt;/span&gt; =x so he definitely has no right to say that.. and all the information that he find is not important are very crucial to the patient..&lt;br /&gt;but as compared to DR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yong&lt;/span&gt; ( the good one)  who is so much nicer n friendly than the stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;yeon&lt;/span&gt; that look down on the nurses when he is also just a newly graduate doctor who is lack of experience.. like that is once he said to my staff nurse.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; so fierce to her la.. she is very good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;.. n he is willingly to teach n explain.. thumbs up.. n DR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;joseph&lt;/span&gt; who is also nice.. totally has a misconception to him due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lilien&lt;/span&gt; who said that he is a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;flirtious&lt;/span&gt; doctor.. while he is not la.. after close observation for 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he is nice enough to say is everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know can ask me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;oki&lt;/span&gt;.. even tho when i asked him he told me to ask my staff nurse.. (- -)&lt;br /&gt;and the DR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;louis&lt;/span&gt; ( the rich one) was tot to be a nice doctor but to all our disappointment.. he is also the bad one.. mm.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt; have judge a person base on first impression..&lt;br /&gt;this is the summary we had for the doctors after 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I M SO DISAPPOINTED WITH MY ENROLLED NURSE.. ( name shall not be mention) she is #$%^&amp;amp;  when i was still taking junior i help her with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt; gang.. n now i m taking staff nurse work.. I STILL HELP UP OK.. as much as i can.. n guess wad she said to the other enrolled nurse.. that i din help her to do anything.. (I HATE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;PPL&lt;/span&gt; TO MALIGN  ME!!) i was in such a good term with her before.. n she spoilt her own image during my last 3 days.. (black listed) like wad is wrong i must have been busy with my work on hand therefore i din help her in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt; gang right.. anyway she is suppose to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt; gang one lo..&lt;br /&gt;well.. its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;oki&lt;/span&gt;.. i won't see her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;tml&lt;/span&gt; anyway.. thank god.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-6918696467218334107?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6918696467218334107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=6918696467218334107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/6918696467218334107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/6918696467218334107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/yyyyyeeeeaaaaaaa-tml-will-be-last-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-8024953534377578973</id><published>2008-07-22T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:35:25.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so happening today.. my tian~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning.. my mum receive a call from this ass hole.. sound like a chee na..&lt;br /&gt;he imitate my brothers fone and said that he is being beaten up by someone. then after this guy said that he is the loan shark. n he is holding my brother becoz he is the guarantor of his fren that did not pay up.. WTH~ and we are to pay him 100k before he release my brother.. (y dont he just rob a bank)&lt;br /&gt;then i called by brother he is at work ok.. ( idiot spoilt my brother's reputation) therefore i know its a scam.. so i called the police while my mum is still on the line with the chee na ass hole.. then i was told by the police that this is a scam and it has already happen to quite a few ppl.. so just to hang up n make a police report.. my mum know that it is a scam yet she still wan to go to the bank.. rationale : she wan to caught the cheater.. (- -") n i have to ran after her to stop her.. and the distance is not short ok.. its 2 OVERHEAD BRIDGE.. its the most bridge i ever ran in my 20years of life oki.. and coz the stupid chee na dont allow my mum to hang up the fone.. so once i saw my mum i tell myself.. ok i must be nice.. just hang up the fone.. n that is wad i did.. who knows the stupid chee na called back n said in a extremely loud n irritating manner. WHERE YOU HANG UP THE FONE? wa.. then i boil liao.. i said in my loudest voice ever.. Y CANT I HANG UP UR FONE U CHEATER.. then he realised he is being exposed so he started scolding CCB.. rrroooaaaRRRRR~ then i scolded back.. not as smelly as ur mum's one.. KNN =x n i hang up the fone.. = s ( so crude and low class k.. but this is the one to treat ass hole)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise only after i hang up the fone that i actually have got so many ways to curse him..&lt;br /&gt;like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why dont u ask the money from my dad.. he might probably give u more than 100k ( my dad has passed away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh.. u can beat my imitated brother to death or killed him if u want..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wa.. y this year olympic no money to buy the ticket?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of this..&lt;br /&gt;mm.. now i understand the anxiety n worried ppl have when they found out their kins are in danger n to know they are safe after is so relieving..&lt;br /&gt;i admit i was really worried too for my brother.. haha.. n i feel so relief when i found out that he is alright.. ^^ (shh...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-5309600109251056591</id><published>2008-07-05T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:25:35.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 more weeks before i promote from student nurse to staff nurse...&lt;br /&gt;so looking forward to the day.. to be exact.. its another 19 days to go.. yesh!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.. i was at my nursing counter writting report.. then Dr yeon came over and ask.. a.. bed 12 carer training is the maid competent blah blah blah~ n i can actually answer him confidently oki.. ^^ and Dr yong who is sitting beside me looking at the patient case note said.. wa... become big girl liao lo... suddenly feel like i so xmm n he so big brother la.. roar.. but i m proud of myself.. can see the improvement in myself la..&lt;br /&gt;so i think i should be able to survive well in the next 4wks..&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the junction again.. which route should i take?&lt;br /&gt;become a staff nurse first n get my experience..&lt;br /&gt;go into other lines that i have interest in..&lt;br /&gt;continue my study..&lt;br /&gt;(this are all killing by brain cells)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-5309600109251056591?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5309600109251056591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=5309600109251056591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5309600109251056591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5309600109251056591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-more-weeks-before-i-promote-from.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-1748779607299045623</id><published>2008-06-28T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:46:35.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had pass my first 2 night of attachment peacefully.. till the third night... this bed 35 roar.... his bed is by the window.. so at night u can actually see the ppl from other ward or ur own reflection.. i was happily attending to the other patient in the same cubicle and he suddenly called me..&lt;br /&gt;bed35: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nurse ar nurse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesh?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed 35: (in chinese) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pointing outside the window.. outside like gt ppl looking at me leh&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; ( in the most eerie tone)&lt;br /&gt;me: (heartbeatout of control) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUH?! what u say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he repeat himself same way same tone..&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; ahha.. u wait ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ( find sos)&lt;br /&gt;i went to find my nurse to help.. coz they more experience ma.. who knows i tell them they all also scare la.. (- -) in the end 3 of us stand at the end of the cubicle thinking wad to do huh..(holding hand somemore) coz by then the patient is sitting up looking out of the window liao.. imagine the whole place is in darkness only a small dim light at the centre of the room..and  u gt this patient in the middle of the night not sleeping thinking got ppl looking at him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-1748779607299045623?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1748779607299045623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=1748779607299045623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/1748779607299045623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/1748779607299045623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-pass-my-first-2-night-of.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-5378245848771123172</id><published>2008-06-25T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:59:10.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gosh~&lt;br /&gt;exhausted to the max..&lt;br /&gt;i m currently having time/date/day lag..&lt;br /&gt;i spend my first night shift by doing all the sai gang.. ( take vital sign, hypocount,give medication, answer call bell)&lt;br /&gt;at the being of the shift.. it was still alright coz my patient are still awake n some relative are still around.. after i took my break and back.. its past mid night.. i think i have think too much.. feel eerie la..&lt;br /&gt;firstly i m afraid of dark.. secondly i m afraid of ghost.. hai~ 2 more nights to go..&lt;br /&gt;i was telling one of my close patient.. a.. i scare of dark la... then she said u wan a head light? those that ppl use for mountain climbing... (- -'') not funny ar~&lt;br /&gt;to make it worst.. my staff nurse tell my ghost stories of other ward.. =s&lt;br /&gt;by then the time is about 1am plus and just after she finish her story.. the call bell from the toilet rang la.. argh~ i m tink.. i din bring any patient to the toilet wad.. my staff nurses are all here.. =x then they give me a.. (0.0)? face.. i was.. ha.. must i answer the call bell? no choice lo..&lt;br /&gt;but its my patient in the toilet la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i just realise my previous n previous previous entry are of the same topic.. lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-5378245848771123172?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5378245848771123172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=5378245848771123172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5378245848771123172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5378245848771123172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-gosh-exhausted-to-max.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-7580994063445431907</id><published>2008-06-24T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:52:43.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised there is mould growing on my blog already.. lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday went top one ktv with baby n his fren for birthday celebration.. lol.. din know singing duo with another guy (soon yong) that u always fight with the feeling is so gross out.. lol... haha.. goosebumps all over.. we sang ai de zhu xuan li.. then now right whenever i heard this song.. i just wan to laugh.. and i was telling him.. i feel like vomitting.. haha... guess wad.. birthday boy's gf din buy cake for him on his birthday.. we tot she will.. then in the end past mid night.. a.. how come so not like a birthday celebration.. like a normal hang out.. then we went to hunt for a cake for him middle of the night..&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(- -")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; get it from a hotel.. the one at bugis.. cant remember wad is the name of the hotel.. tiramisu.. (a slice) guess how much it is.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$18 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;wa.. more atas than Fullerton.. my tian~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on sat..&lt;br /&gt;the b**** from cocoa tree cause trouble again.. this time round victim (weilin) just after work.. i m not going to elaborate coz its just a typical ah lian.. i was asking weilin din it walk backstroke again? then weilin say yaya.. haha..then weilin was saying that the it bf wan to stop her but cannot.. come on.. who can man.. it is so fat.. somemore the bf like bamboo.. heh* report police again..it just don't have brain to think.. naive..&lt;br /&gt;so to conclude.. it is now out of taka out of cocoa tree.. see la.. give her face dont wan face..&lt;br /&gt;that afternoon i was at taka.. i just told weilin.. i m just waiting for it to action onli.. who knows so fast.. haha..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; AH BEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m vengeful oki.. *beware*&lt;br /&gt;but i just gt the feeling the whole thing won't end just like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'it' refering to the b****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepping onto avril's head she must be tired of living.. MUAHAHAHA.. (evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;today night shift for the first time in my nursing life.. scare* i scare ghost... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 week to our 1 year anniversary&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&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/170630045856316008-7580994063445431907?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7580994063445431907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=7580994063445431907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7580994063445431907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7580994063445431907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-friday-went-top-one-ktv-with-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-471669994190061610</id><published>2008-05-31T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:24:34.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thurs..&lt;br /&gt;as usual.. having my attachment.. then i saw a familiar face (a staff nurse i work with during my yr 2 posting) so.. happily.. i hopped towards her n i said.. staff nurse!! i think i work with u before in my yr 2 posting.. then she said in this ward? ok good.. n i walk off soon after.. n.. this is horrible ok! the last thing that came into my mind.. she is my PRECEPTOR!!! god.. i make a bad first impression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with yuer n suet for dinner today.. so fun.. the feeling of the cong qian when we all have no bf happily hanging out.. but we had dinner with zariel, his brother(that dont look like him) and xiao shaun.. then we migrated to the arcade upstair.. i want played the zhua zhua.. but i no luck.. no skill.. =( my ba gai.... n the big version de doll doll.. i think i m addicted to the dj game.. haha.. after 1 attempt.. tho i gt straight E for my grade.. hey.. dont think E is lousy k.. it stands for excellent!!! then its time to go home.. went MRT station with yuer, yuer didi, suet zariel, fariz, trac.. then they took the purple line..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. in my entire life i have nv been so embarrassed before.. well.. bad things are not suppose to be blog here..&lt;br /&gt;but i wan to thank nic for protecting me before they rest come over.. n i really see how my fren protect me n standby me at that point in time.. ^^ touch*&lt;br /&gt;actually before this happen i felt emo over something else.. but my bestie yuer n suet listen to me.. a.. effective treatment.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i used to be too xin fu for my beloved fren to show me their love n care..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to phrase it into nice sentence. but i m so glad to have them with me whenever i needed them.. loves-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously hope that my image is not being ruin today.. hai~ in trauma.. i think i will have kaya shit tml..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-471669994190061610?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/471669994190061610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=471669994190061610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/471669994190061610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/471669994190061610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/thurs.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-6161105208929504911</id><published>2008-05-19T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:12:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow... this weekend quite eventful.. ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets starts from last friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i end work at 9.. then baby n soon yong come n pick me up.. then we went to have supper.. at somewhere la.. not quite sure where too.. lol.. in paya lebar cc.. but the cc is not at paya lebar!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday.. i wanted a shopping spree.. so i went shopping at vivio with baby.. coz i was expecting the sales to be.. wow.. sales sales kinda thing like not only the off season clothing having discount.. n it is not really cheap.. well.. so as usual i din buy anything.. lol.. we wanted to go sentosa but the weather is super hot.. till i argh.. i m not going to step out of the cosy air con room!!! so.. we eat spizza at harbour front center.. satisfy* not a single soul somemore.. good good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday... baby's frens birthday.... then went to his fren place to swim.. (i din swim of course) there is some commotion with the residence there.. like wth.. the bitch was saying that the bird was being paranoid by the noise n bang on the cage.. and the stupid bird cost 200 bucks.. in a very lian way.. her expression says tat i fierce i win kind of thing.. her husband asked one of the guy to go over to ask abt the whole thing.. so being kpo me.. trying to find out wad happen when he walk back to us la.. so i was like a.. wad happen ar? then he was saying no la.. some misunderstanding.. 200 dollars bird.. blah blah.. then i was pointing at the direction of the bird not tat BITCH saying huh?! the bird 200 bucks.. THEN THE BITCH STARTS AGAIN.. WHY ARE YOU POINTING AT ME?! nonsense la.. i sure fight with her if she come over... think wad holding one cigarette sitting by the pool reading newspaper act ah lian tai tai.. rooaarrr... (ok stop =x) ya.. then we went out for dinner.. at chongpang bbq seafood buffet near boon keng road.. guess wad while i m the car.. i saw nic.. so qiao..&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;i went swimming with baby.. so nice to have my personal lifeguard + swimming coach (proud*) ^^ then after we went to eat xiao long bao.. &lt;- satisfying... i bought a shirt for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (saw this yuer) i think u will like it.. super pei ni.. ^^ and i know what breed is the dog that make me fall in love with the bark.. TOY PODDLE.. KA!!! well.. then after we nuar at home watch dvd till evening had dinner with soon yong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad.. weekend pass so fast.. tml start work again... hai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-6161105208929504911?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6161105208929504911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=6161105208929504911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/6161105208929504911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/6161105208929504911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-820205863547111933</id><published>2008-05-11T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:40:07.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH&lt;br /&gt;tml start my attachment for 3mths le.. and the very last day of my holiday before i start my hell.. i gt this stupid wedding from my long distance relative that i have nv tok to her before in my entire life.. and i have to attend her wedding coz she is my relative.. well.. one word SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across this sentence when i was watching this taiwan programme. it said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i believe tat people that are being malign will live longer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-820205863547111933?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/820205863547111933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=820205863547111933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/820205863547111933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/820205863547111933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/argh-tml-start-my-attachment-for-3mths.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-8743148716625885979</id><published>2008-05-08T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:44:31.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday event at north border was so boring!!! coz it was not wad i expected.. it turn out to be a company functon called blue water.. (wad a name to name his company) run by some ang mohs la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played badminton today with andrew.. soon yong.. andreas..  n wen ming.. FUN~ then we had our dinner at ang mo kio near my ah ma place.. we had porridge.. its just like home cooked food.. then after we went mt faber walk walk.. waiting for yun jing to finish work.. so nice to meet her.. ^^ we went to kovan t eat ice cream.. n guess wad.. paya laber cc is at kovan (-      -'')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-8743148716625885979?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8743148716625885979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=8743148716625885979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/8743148716625885979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/8743148716625885979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-2552533277848809397</id><published>2008-05-07T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:20:16.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 MORE DAYS~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh my tian.. my attachment is coming nearer n nearer.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;RR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GGHH~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; so scary coz u won't know who is you preceptor till the first day of attachment.. n base on seniors n lecturer.. see you heng or suay lo.. if u in a ward sister is bad ur preceptor is bad.. u are gone.. so wad i can do now is pray.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAU TIAN BO BI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.. i m going bugis street later shop shop.. then later in the evening going over to north border to work as waitress.. they gt a wedding dinner to nite.. ( will update more abt the wedding) ^^ i just like to see people getting married i mean it does not have to be luxury.. as long as it is prefect! say sound system must be good.. waiter n waitress muz b efficient.. food is good.. main thing is the happiness between the bride and groom can be felt by the guest throughout the dinner.. anyway.. if u have any jobs on wedding planner assistant i would gladly like to join the company.. (for awhile to accopmplish my dream coz i know this is not a good propect in singapore)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-2552533277848809397?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2552533277848809397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=2552533277848809397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/2552533277848809397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/2552533277848809397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-more-days-oh-my-tian.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-4048818435470548507</id><published>2008-05-05T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:36:47.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;i tink my body is falling apart.. badminton session on sat is cozing me to have bad side effect. whole body aching like mad..&lt;br /&gt;mm.. play with yuer is still the best.. hoho~~ coz its challenging.. coz (-       -) she make mi RUN THE WHOLE COURT!!! roaarrrr... but fun!!! next session on this coming sat.. roarrrrr&lt;br /&gt;then we watched harold &amp;amp; kumur.. kao~ lame till the max k.. but its pretty good if u really want to laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm... went polyclinic with my ahma today.. to do her body checkup then go orchard shop shop.. a... ok la.. not bad quite fun...&lt;br /&gt;attachment starts in a wk time.. i can feel hell is coming nearer to me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-4048818435470548507?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4048818435470548507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=4048818435470548507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/4048818435470548507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/4048818435470548507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/argh-i-tink-my-body-is-falling-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-1101206079604559043</id><published>2008-04-28T03:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:32:07.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;went to pets mover with baby.. soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yong&lt;/span&gt;.. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jing&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... we just chat n chat n chat.. endless stuff to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; n kitten so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; la... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ROAARRR&lt;/span&gt;...... i want!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;i bought a packet of cookie for mayo... = )&lt;br /&gt;then after we had dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;changi&lt;/span&gt; village.. yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ipoh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt; fun and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know wad dessert that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt; bought.. super lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; n hot la.. but while.. once in awhile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt; la.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. after that we went to sing k at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bugis&lt;/span&gt;.. FUN-&lt;br /&gt;oh i bought a 'boyfriend' shirt at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bugis&lt;/span&gt; street.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;yun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;jing&lt;/span&gt; wearing one n i find it nice so i went to got it too.. [i decided to blog at this late hr reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;bcoz&lt;/span&gt; i wan to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; this thing] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt; n soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;yong&lt;/span&gt; is at the next few shop away while i m figuring out which one to get.. and just when i was about to make payment.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt; suddenly pop out saying he is going second level n passing me money.. n the shop keeper was stunned. (- -") &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she tot which passer by passing me money to buy my stuff.. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;yun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;jing&lt;/span&gt; was explaining to her that he is my boyfriend.. but she is still quite shock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shopkeeper : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend so nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;lx&lt;/span&gt;: huh? ha. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;hao&lt;/span&gt; la.. (trying to entertain her)&lt;br /&gt;shopkeeper: no lo.. he is very nice lo.. all my customer come n buy clothes from me either the boyfriend very reluctant to pay for them or demand them to return the money later one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;lx&lt;/span&gt;: ha.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;shopkeeper: ya lo.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend like that. its still the first time i see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; bf offer to pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; stuff before?&lt;br /&gt;shit! i feel like i m getting proud.. a.........&lt;br /&gt;anyway while walking out of the shop.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. i just feel like ha.. i have got the best bf.. [better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; let him see this.. i believe he will fly] just like the feeling of being envy by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;.. mm.. i realised i gt such a wonderful boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;wo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;heng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;xin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(^ ^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-1101206079604559043?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1101206079604559043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=1101206079604559043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/1101206079604559043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/1101206079604559043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/mm.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-8110319055888995545</id><published>2008-04-16T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:28:04.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had macgriddle on sunday. ee.. not nice one lo...&lt;br /&gt;if i were to describe i would its just a thicker version of hotcake with sausage egg n cheese in it.. taste is weird coz its a combination of sweet n salty.. ee.. i have been cheated by the 'starhub' guy on the mac ad. the way he describe make mi.. wow.. i want to try..&lt;br /&gt;mm.. i watch run papa run today.. funny.. but abit draggy.. overall its nice la.. coz gt louis koo.. haha.. so suai... mm.. the baby girl is cute la.. haha.. good to catch it..&lt;br /&gt;today is great.. coz no sai gang.. i am being assigned to do management stuff today.. no clean shit.. haha.. but i still dont know y? i have no idea wad i m busy with but the clock strike 3 pretty fast n i end my day work.. i onli remember i did a tube feed, a wound dressing, serve medication, updates on the nursing notes.. mm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-8110319055888995545?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8110319055888995545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=8110319055888995545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/8110319055888995545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/8110319055888995545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-had-macgriddle-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-7375797899778307497</id><published>2008-04-10T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:37:13.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. friday is coming again...... yea~&lt;br /&gt;kaoz- ( - -)&lt;br /&gt;suspected Dr jimmy lim is a virgo lo... coz he is very particular about the hygience n infectious control. BUT! kao.. i know about all this can.. i onli have got 1 pair of hand.. come on i need to wear my mask before i can wear my glove then my gown ( anyway my pt is infectious control) so when i was wearing m mask the dr was saying WHY NV WEAR GLOVE.. wth.. then after attacking me. next target my staff nurse.. WHY DIN U GET AN INDIVIDUAL STETHOSCOPE FOR PATIENT.. PATIENT MRSA OKI.. holy shit.. the whole ward onli gt 3 stethoscope.. if i have gt 8 infectious case how th hell he wan us to find the other 5... RIDICULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;and this is how i spend my morning.. so chaotic.. consultant BIG LA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oki.. i know i m extremely boring coz most of my entry are toking abt attachment.. n some of the stuff that i write dont make sense.. ha.. wadeva...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-7375797899778307497?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7375797899778307497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=7375797899778307497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7375797899778307497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7375797899778307497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-5044418929017466255</id><published>2008-04-07T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:35:34.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa.. seems forever since i last blog...&lt;br /&gt;while... OT  posting is boring to the max.. i just slack the whole week off by eating sleeping use my eyes to see what the nurses do.. that's all..&lt;br /&gt;it's still as boring coz is lau ren ward.. n pure lau ren k.. and very stress.. i din know changing my name tag to red is so stressful.. the sister expect us to know EVERYTHING.. our lecturer wanted us to do case study with all the drug the patient is taking.. N lau ren so many med can.. i tink the following 3 wks are going to be hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. meet up with baby n trac today.. haha.. we just slack at bugis.. had bubble tea chit chat.. see chai.. n had you tiao at selegie the very famous soya milk shop...&lt;br /&gt;hee.. i got jealous today worz.. =x hoho... so dl to say it here.. but i dont care.. how can mm.. praise mm...  in front of trac somemore.. SHEN MEN YI SHI AR.. tao yan.... tao yan tao yan..&lt;br /&gt;mm... still bu shuang-ing in progress.. nvm... tml wake up forget liao.. roar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-5044418929017466255?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5044418929017466255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=5044418929017466255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5044418929017466255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5044418929017466255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/wa.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-1773653519002625945</id><published>2008-03-27T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:27:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa... i m tired.. i just keep this post short... i need my slp for tml morning shift waking up at 5am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. i'm sianz coz i have not seen any collapse case yet.. SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;i saw facture case.. alot alot..&lt;br /&gt;today gt a case.. come in for drug overdose.. sorry to say that but i feel its abit loser lo.. coz she overdose herself... but the effect is too terrible for her to bare.. so she called ambulance herself... anyway.. she went into unconsicous state when she reach A&amp;amp;E..&lt;br /&gt;just a gentle reminder.. ppl that really want to commit suicide.. u won't die from drug overdose if ppl can find ur location soon.&lt;br /&gt;oki.. i don't have the mood to blog..&lt;br /&gt;updates tml...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-1773653519002625945?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1773653519002625945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=1773653519002625945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/1773653519002625945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/1773653519002625945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/wa.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-7286094709497539602</id><published>2008-03-24T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:29:51.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm... now i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;should i specialise in NICU or A&amp;amp;E... mmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time after 3 mths i put on my nursing uniform again... mm.. 'bai yi tian shi' hoho... this time round i'm being posted to A&amp;amp;E.. well.... its the first day of work today.. so.. u can expect that A&amp;amp;E is wa.. super lot of patient.. nurses and doctors are super busy.. and a bunch of student nurses completely lost.&lt;br /&gt;kao~ i was thinking.. haha.. year 3 liao.. can yaya abit.. but guess wad? when we reach there.. there are advance diploma student there.. which mean.. they are more pro... which mean.. we are like nothing again.. roarrr... but thank god.. i was not in the same team with them which mean.. i dont need to work with them.. hee...&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. by the end of the day i was fitting myself quite well there.. really seems like a nurse nurse liao.. no one the spoon feed us... mm....&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. i came across this case today.. u guys decide if this guy is stupid or is he just trying to act dumb.. he tried to lift up a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;300kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; crate ( obviously he din succeed) he came in with open fracture which means its a fracture with open wound bleeding.. and he had fractured his spine too.. and it is quite bad.. in fact very bad coz he is paralyse.. forever.. see tell me is he stupid or is he trying to act dumb.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yaya.. i was quite stun with one of the case i took in triage today.. tho it is just a minor runny nose, cough n on off fever.. but wait.. u know which country this patient just came back from.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HONG KONG!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright end of report.. ^^ A&amp;amp;E interesting right.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-7286094709497539602?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7286094709497539602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=7286094709497539602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7286094709497539602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7286094709497539602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/mm_24.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-8882012984927948699</id><published>2008-03-24T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:38:10.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGH~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my attachment starting tml.. i'm currently having a mix feeling.. i'm looking forwar to it yet don't feel like going... hai~ confuse. why my boy boy no license?? nobody ferry me to work n back to work.. hai~ ming ku ar!! lol* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( i'm joking baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.. today.. as usual... wake up at 1pm.. mm... i tot it is still early when i wake up.. hee* met up with andrew for lunch.. had laska.. mm.. i tink the next time i eat laska should be next yr ma.. coz laska is not realli my type of food.. oh... i played swing today... FUN! haha... i just love playing swing.. coz it is just like swinging away all ur trouble.. not referring tat i have problem now..&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to coming thurs... haha.. my mom is going taiwan... muahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-8882012984927948699?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8882012984927948699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=8882012984927948699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/8882012984927948699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/8882012984927948699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/argh-my-attachment-starting-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-5418271689597933801</id><published>2008-03-23T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:00:44.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;24hrs to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai.... i din go airport.. nor east coast.. neither did i eat durain.. the onli thing i have done today.. cook spaggi for baby.. n NUAR... rooaarrr..... my holiday is ending... i DON'T WANT!!!! it means i have to wake up as early as 5 everyday and drag my feet to take SBS bus no. 5 which takes me like 30 to 45 mins to reach CHANGI GENERAL HOSPITAL..&lt;br /&gt;well.. i think my co ordinator just dont like me [people just dont like my face] i have no idea WHY?! the reason why i said that [ i have to relate to 3yrs back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lx: hi miss doris.. may i change my posting from CGH to TTSH.. coz it is realli near to my house.. probably take me  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 MINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; by foot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss doris: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; if all the student come to me becoz of this reason.. then how i am going to allocate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad the?! then in the first place why bother to ask us to fill up the form to see which hospital is nearer.. hai~&lt;br /&gt;i have to keep my cool.. coz anyway i have to bear with it for juz another 4 more mths.. ya 4more mths&lt;br /&gt;you could say that i m a person that hold gurdge.. u could onli understand how i feel when u are in my situation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-5418271689597933801?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5418271689597933801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=5418271689597933801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5418271689597933801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5418271689597933801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/24hrs-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-2902763768416219934</id><published>2008-03-22T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:53:41.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm.. everything is over.. [suddenly went blank in my mind.. don't know what to blog]&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch a movie yesterday with andrew, trac and his fren.. mm.. i don't like the movie.. suppose to be a comedy.. well.. it is a comedy.. but it don't have much laughing point in it.. so ppl.. if u really wan to head for a big laugh i won't recommend this..&lt;br /&gt;next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The orphanage... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wow... wow.. wow... i tink its a pretty good movie.. coz i feel tat it is super scary can comparing with other horror movie... and the ending is quite sad.. anyway.. andrew gt &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shock&lt;/span&gt; too... mostly by me.. haha.. esp. one part ***** i tink i will save the detail.. juz in case anyone of u is watching.. but ppl who are interested to know the interesting part can pm me.. heh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable... i have nuar at home for the past 3wks going 4... WOW... i can be the nuar-ing queen.. but i kind of feel that it is quite a waste.. haiz~ attachment is coming.. sad.. there goes my freedom...  so for the next 48hrs before my attachment start.. this are the places i wan to go n do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; East Coast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat durain [yum yum]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go airport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a... tidy my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cook spaggi for my baby..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mm... lastly.. NUAR!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh.. anyway.. i went to kallang leisure park.. went to the new cinema.. ee.. i don't like.. popcorn sux.. drink not nice.. service is bad.. seat is not comfortable.. i won't visit tht cinema again... i tink i m still a GV fan.. muahahaha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-2902763768416219934?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2902763768416219934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=2902763768416219934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/2902763768416219934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/2902763768416219934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/mm_22.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-8125113509170419441</id><published>2008-03-17T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:19:41.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hope, expectation, Bright promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*lol same as suet leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-8125113509170419441?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8125113509170419441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=8125113509170419441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/8125113509170419441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/8125113509170419441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are-moon-hope-expectation-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-7364354779989012525</id><published>2008-03-17T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:02:58.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Today there is 3 tai tai &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[s] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;having dim sum at ps de crsytal jade.. suet yuer and me.. kao* i tink we ordered too much.. 2 chang fen.. 2 har gau.. 1 carrot cake.. 1 siew mai.. 1 century egg w meat porridge.. and we each have a glass of barley/soya milk and many many glasses of ice water.. but everything is finish.. yum yum**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-7364354779989012525?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7364354779989012525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=7364354779989012525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7364354779989012525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7364354779989012525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/muahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-5347834597641828729</id><published>2008-03-17T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T01:46:27.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mm... i feel much better after the visit to the church..&lt;br /&gt;*tink* may lord enlighten me.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;answer all my prayer &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i promise i will be a good girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought mashed potato for sn n yuer.. mm.. but sn din have the 'kou fu' coz she din come DBG..[ i buy for u again the next time] Oh.. i went terminal 3 with yvonne.. well.. i'm wondering... are singaporean that bored or is singapore too small.. coz around 12 plus 1.. wow.. terminal 3 is full SINGAPOREAN having lunch.. [nothing better to do] haiz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YYEEEAAA......... lunch with yu er and suet tml.... ^__________^ hohoho~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-5347834597641828729?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5347834597641828729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=5347834597641828729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5347834597641828729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5347834597641828729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/mm_17.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-4061508391360035923</id><published>2008-03-16T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:36:39.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to my baby..</title><content type='html'>My boy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that i've found you among all people. It's becoz of you that make me feel unique with all your love and you treat me just like a little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that at times u got angry with me but you will always give in to me bcoz i'm ur little princess. I love those times when you would whisper those sweet words in my ears and i know you really mean it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you stay with me till the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-4061508391360035923?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4061508391360035923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=4061508391360035923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/4061508391360035923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/4061508391360035923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/letter-to-my-baby.html' title='letter to my baby..'/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-5023201732187465252</id><published>2008-03-16T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:25:33.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm... i have enjoyed mysel lota today.. just feel like back in the past.. its has been so loonnggg since the 3 of us met up.. i missed the secondary school life [part with yuer n suet] they meant ALOT to me.. ^____^ the laughter n sorrow everything we had.. but well.. we have grown up.. all busy with our own life.. well.. its pretty sad.. but its life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks suet for helping me on the blogskin.. i m super noob... lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-5023201732187465252?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5023201732187465252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=5023201732187465252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5023201732187465252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/5023201732187465252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/mm.html' title=''/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-7771457863573348263</id><published>2008-03-15T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:52:44.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random..</title><content type='html'>I have decided to convert myself to a christian.&lt;br /&gt;people might asked me y i come up with this decision..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know..................&lt;br /&gt;emotionally feeling better when i thought of god.&lt;br /&gt;[ i know what i have just said might not make any sense] ha. its oki.. as long as i understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i think i m going crazy soon..&lt;br /&gt;how i wish all this is just a bad dream.. which i will forget everything when i wake up the next day.. i wish..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-7771457863573348263?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7771457863573348263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=7771457863573348263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7771457863573348263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/7771457863573348263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-decided-to-convert-myself-to.html' title='random..'/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170630045856316008.post-8671614346213589987</id><published>2008-03-13T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:20:20.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter to mummy</title><content type='html'>Dear mummy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in heaven now, sitting on jesus's lap. He love me and cries with me, for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be your little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite understnad what has hapen. i was so exicted when i began realising my existance. i was in a dark yet comfortable place. I saw i had fingers &amp;amp; toes. i was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surrounding. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even from my earliest days, i felt a special boning between you and me sometimes i heard you crying and i cried with you sometimes you would yell and scream then cry. i heard daddy yelling back. i was sad,and hope you would be better soon i wondered why you cried so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you cried almost all the day i hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day, the most horrible thinghappened. A very mean monster came ino that warm, comfortable place i was in. i was so scared, i began screaming,but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster get closer and closer as i was screaming, "mummy, mummy, help me please mummy, help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete terror is all i felt. i screamed and screamed until i thought i couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt sp bad, the pain i can never expalin. It didn't stop. OH, how i begged it to stop. I screamed in horror asit ripped off my leg. Though i was in such complete pain, i was dying. i knew would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make your tears go away, i had so many plans to make you happy. Now, i couldn't, all y dreams are shattered. Thoug i was in utter pain nd horror, i felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. i wanted more than anything to be your daughter. no use now, for i was dying a painful death. i could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you that i love you before i was gone, but i didn't know the words you could understand.and sonn, i no longer had the breath to say them, i was dead. i felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a bi beautiful place. i was still crying but the physical pain was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel took me to jesus and set me on His lap. He said he loved me, and He was my father. then i was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered" Abortion. I m sorry, my child, for i know how it feels." i don't know what abortion is: i guess that's the name of the monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writting to say that i love you and tell you hw much i wanted to be your little gal. i tried very hard to live. i wanted to live, i have the will but i couldn't, the monster was too powerful. It suck my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to love i just wanted you to know i tried to stay with you. i didn't want todie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, mummy please watch out for that abortion monster.Mummy, i love you and i would hate for you to go through the kind of pain. please be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170630045856316008-8671614346213589987?l=littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8671614346213589987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170630045856316008&amp;postID=8671614346213589987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/8671614346213589987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170630045856316008/posts/default/8671614346213589987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissbrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/letter-to-mummy.html' title='a letter to mummy'/><author><name>broken heart</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
