<?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-19965385</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:50:15.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>empthoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-114880931396727596</id><published>2006-05-28T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T02:41:53.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 friends looked back as they walk by the beach and saw 2 pairs of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;friends always stand by each other's sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one day, one woke up on the beach, looked back, and saw only a pair footprint on the sands.&lt;br /&gt;where did the other went to?&lt;br /&gt;just as she thought that her friend has left her, a voice said, "oh good morning. u feel okay? u drank too much last night. "....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo u see. her friend did not abandoned her. the footprint belonged not to her, but her friend. her friend was the one who caried her when she was down..this is what true friendship means. Being there for each other. heh. thnk you my friends.. hope you all are okay! =/ take care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-114880931396727596?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/114880931396727596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=114880931396727596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/114880931396727596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/114880931396727596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-friends-looked-back-as-they-walk-by.html' title=''/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-114754310915244103</id><published>2006-05-13T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T10:58:29.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day. good day. yay.</title><content type='html'>fuh. soo tired man. GPP sux!!! *vomits* it makes me sick maaannn... buek...&lt;br /&gt;hmm. 2dae was quite okay i guess. went out to accompany mike go buy his hockey stick!! woohhoo!! haf i told you hockey RAWKS?? HOCKEY RAWKS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. hahha. watever you say cant change dat fact! wahaha. thus me and him decided to visit the ol peninsula plaza at city hall. its been a loooooong time i've been there seh. haf seen some changes. here. there. and oh. mats and minahs. yucks.. tapered here, there, basically everywhere. hahaa. and i wonder where the 2 loverbird fren of mine went to. hope they had fun! =/ and i guess.. no one's free from problems aye? its only how well one can try not to be affected by them .. oh well... went to study(quite a miracle  for me. im a chnged man. =p) at starbucks?!! wah kau...&lt;br /&gt;those rich bastards of mine....the coffeee sceent was so alluring man. then most of them decided to go to town. (not surprising) while me, mike and shahidah went to raffles shopping center in search of the ideal bdae present for shahidah's mom. i bought mine. a MICROWAVE. hahah. my sis clever idea la. now i haf to painstakingkly diet to save money to pay her back. sooooo pensive laah. ishk. &lt;em&gt;sakit kocek seh&lt;/em&gt;... anihoos, found her mom a boook. namely chicken soup for the soul..nice nice nice book u noe. very touching and inspirational.. and then we're off to bk to eat,(the milo drink was so PUNY.*sighs* wrong choice..) and study again. managed to study a tini bit of physics and math. and oh. GPP*vomits again*. buek....chit chat now and then. shallalalala. blablabla. and...time's up. time to go home. well, at least had some laughs 2dae...WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! hehe. =p  the way back home was as usual, tiring. had to walk from the old wdlnds interchange to spore immgrtion. and yesa. causeway not jamm. took a cab. one driver tried to fool me with 15RM. well. nice TRY. when the original amount, is 4RM.  hahaha. managed to get one driver at last. at 6RM. quite okay i guess..arrived home to be greeted by...1 2 3 4 5 6 ....*counting* err... lost count. too many relatives. hahah. maybe arnd 20-30 relatives at my home. sooo nice! get to bond bond with cousins, aunties, uncles and my granma. and of course my beloved family lah...hope my mum liked her present. hehehe. had fun playing UNO and entertaining my qute little cousins...*alalala. bushuk bushuk. alala.guci poo.* wakakaa... and, also had some misundrstnding with a fren. but its all okay now i guess...heh. switched on the com. typed dis. with my contacts still on. well. i guess i haf 2 go.  haf to take out contact lens! heh.(its drying up. i wanna lasik my eyes) oh would'nt it be nice to haf perfect eyesight once again...till then tata peeps. adioz amigoss....now GO. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-114754310915244103?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/114754310915244103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=114754310915244103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/114754310915244103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/114754310915244103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-day-good-day-yay.html' title='my day. good day. yay.'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-114639551089155801</id><published>2006-04-30T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T04:11:50.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a short poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set me &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt;, from this fear.&lt;br /&gt;tell me &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;, dat you'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;to catch my &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; falling tear,&lt;br /&gt;to make my life much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whispers &lt;/em&gt;in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;comforting words, i wanna &lt;em&gt;hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;, let it be&lt;em&gt; clear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you are always &lt;em&gt;here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-114639551089155801?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/114639551089155801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=114639551089155801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/114639551089155801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/114639551089155801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/2006/04/short-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-114525718216995153</id><published>2006-04-16T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:59:42.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the libraria.</title><content type='html'>hey. kimo here(duh!!) now at the libraria..guess what? i aktuali smiled 2dae! =) thnx 2 my friends...but still..heh. am gonna haf hoki trg later on. yesa. and hafing a hoki match agnst raffles junior college on wednesdae!! *GULPS*.. masyalaaahhh....until then...doa bnyk bnyk sajer lah. haha.  maybe i'll write a short poem arh. bored man. suppose to haf geog now, but my lecturer din come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after rain, there's shine.&lt;br /&gt;a bright new day appears..&lt;br /&gt;though u cud not be mine..my dear,&lt;br /&gt; in my heart ure always here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile now, i keep telling myself..&lt;br /&gt;lying at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;2 try and live life to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;and that true happiness i will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart still weeps...&lt;br /&gt;i'm now aimlessness.&lt;br /&gt;but i noe ill find a way.&lt;br /&gt;i'll live strong 2dae n always..&lt;br /&gt;and not be again in disarray.&lt;br /&gt;LIVE STRONG!! oopsie....ter-enthusiastic..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-114525718216995153?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-114508475992771678</id><published>2006-04-14T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:05:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>lost. isolated by &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;surrounded&lt;/em&gt; by confusion..am i?&lt;br /&gt;some questions i ask myself and the answers dat i seek...they're with you.&lt;br /&gt;what is the ultimate reason for being with sumone? isnt it because u care for her?&lt;br /&gt;isnt it because u love her? dont u love me?&lt;br /&gt;how can someone love a person...and &lt;em&gt;start&lt;/em&gt; 2 love another?&lt;br /&gt;is dat really possible? tell me. anione. y wud sumone love this person and let him/her go? to see whether he/she comes back to you? but, in the first place, if both love each other, y need the test? y need to let go? only if u're unsure whether u love him onot, then u try not being with him..to find out how much u misses him.. is following the heart the correct path in a relationship? by following it, does it lead 2 true happiness? i've fallen too deep..and i cant get out. or can i? i'll haf to try ryte?..to lose a gift...that hurts alot.. treasure it and dun ever lose it..coz if u do...u dunno whther you'll find it or not...and dat's up to fate.&lt;br /&gt;and dat sux. cos u're being controlled by fate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun sets now in my life..but i still haf them stars and the moon to brighten it once again. the &lt;em&gt;cold &lt;/em&gt;im feeling cos the &lt;em&gt;warmth&lt;/em&gt; has now gone. i need &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. be my star..moon..in this darkness and cold. just be with me. i'll wait...till my time runs out..the stars, arent they &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-114395197165715161</id><published>2006-04-01T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:26:11.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/Picture41.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis picture's worth a thousand words..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-114395197165715161?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/114395197165715161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=114395197165715161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/114395197165715161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/114395197165715161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/2006/04/dis-pictures-worth-thousand-words.html' title=''/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-114043029141445211</id><published>2006-02-20T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T02:11:32.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday. thedayafterfriday.</title><content type='html'>woke up quite early today. was kinda tired still. hmm...still cannot wait for later!!&lt;br /&gt;east coast!! yay!! baik arh. weather was looking fine. shalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached pasir ris. met her up. and o yah. i 4got to tell you sumting. u looked gorgeous. simply really. heh. hmm..then went to meet up with the others. many had backed out. aper seh. hmm. takper.&lt;br /&gt;arrived at east coast after a long long walk.. met amin there. found a a place to put our belongings in the very very crowded east coast. what a miracle. ahaha. took a swim. had a nice time swimming and sitting at the breakwater. if not for the fact that i was shivering and the rain. it would be even nicer. heh. went to parkway parade.. and makan-ed. and went home. it was quite early..but of course i would do anything for her. accompanied her back to pasir ris. and waited for the future of being stuck in the jam. was stucked for 2hr 30 mins! imagined that! aarrghhh. fell asleep in the car, with my angry sister's complain as my lullaby. reached home and landed to lala land. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. tatazz...ZzZzZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee scrollamount="1" direction="up"&gt;&lt;em&gt;difference between love and infatuation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-love is forever. infatuation dont last. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you love sum1, u love her or him for who he is. infatuation, on the other hand, is plainly a crush. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a demo of a crush..."omg! he's so hansem!"(first sight)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but when both go out together, the chemistry's not there. ahaa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as for love, the chemistry's there. everything feels ryte..just because he or she is there. even when things go wrong, the day's is still wonderful and memorable. heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is my opinion.&lt;/i&gt;&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='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-114042902202090403</id><published>2006-02-20T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:50:22.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday.</title><content type='html'>omg! i felt very very bad! for skipping skool! haiyah...but nvm. it was worth it aktually. heh.&lt;br /&gt;went to town and the esplanade! had a crazee time over there..with hadi, amira, fadzil, nabila and..me! ahaa.&lt;br /&gt;bluff!! the guys werent that good at the game! sooo...it can be concluded dat girls are a natural bluffer. ahaa!&lt;br /&gt;jokingjoking. hmm...blablabla. went here. went there. went makan at far east. go jalan jalan. then....went back at home with her..ahaa. y is she so nice? tak habis habis nak blanja. heh. until i haf to threaten her that i'll kneel in the middle of ochard road. so that she wont blanja me. and yes. i did kneel down. crazee me! ahaa. and it was kinda dirzziling. hehe. at least we helped sum1 todae..&lt;em&gt;betul tak? hehe.&lt;/em&gt;  then...&lt;br /&gt;we got lost wanting to go back to bukit batok! spent like 1hr 30 mins in  the bus.. but it was nice arh. so.. no regrets. =p  took the mrt. we were very fickle minded! sikit sikit nak pergi pasiris. then tukar. nak gi 2wards jurong pulak. then changed our minds again. ahaaha.  went back quite late. meyt up with sis no.2. on the way there, saw this lil boy and his mother. he was pissing in a bottle!! "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eeeeeeeeeeee. yucks. eeeeeeeee. omg. eeeeeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." was what i said. eeeeeeee. then it was disposed at...dunno where! the boy did it at he MRT! imagine dat. ishk. omg. enuff. dont want to talk about it oredy. ishk. hhmmm...then went home late with my sis. got scolded. dat's all....heh. finished! no more story! good bye!! tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-114042902202090403?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/114042902202090403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=114042902202090403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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little late? okla okla. very very late. &lt;em&gt;hmph&lt;/em&gt;. happy? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentines day was simply wonderful. very very &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;.  she said dat i was amazing..but in actual fact,&lt;br /&gt;im nothing compared to her. heh.  she's the one thats  &lt;em&gt;AMAZING&lt;/em&gt;. not me..everything felt ryte. us. the moments. ice-skating. the pyramid or  aka. spider web.  nyaah. so nicceee! hmm...&lt;br /&gt;what wud i do without her? am going to be &lt;em&gt;veryveryveryvery sad&lt;/em&gt; when she's gone to another skool. am going to miss times like this..times i'll cherish forever. haiz. all that happened, every single detail, i'll not forget. for that, thnx a million for valentines.. all i can say is just i love you. very much. heh. tata and take care. everione.  =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-113981899440629850</id><published>2006-02-13T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:47:08.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>all day. strummed the guitar, and clicked the mouse. no one was at home. not a single soul. family's out to work. all of them. mum working in the canteen. my sis helping her. my older sis teaching at a primary school. my dad, had a meeting... and me?&lt;br /&gt;just the plain old visit to this blog u're reading to blog down what u're reading now. boredom.&lt;br /&gt;ishk. hmm.. so, i thought of writing a short poem to remedy my heavy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;the short poem i wrote out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried and i tried,&lt;br /&gt;but was all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;my feeling's hurt,&lt;br /&gt;my heart's in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did it come to this?&lt;br /&gt;why does it always come to this?&lt;br /&gt;appreciation abandoned,&lt;br /&gt;and friendship too,&lt;br /&gt;all was for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;things i did for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brotherhood's broken,&lt;br /&gt;but what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;i've now learnt a lesson,&lt;br /&gt;friends forever we cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v499/kfm05/Funny%20Pics/th_funnymonkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-113981899440629850?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/113981899440629850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=113981899440629850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113981899440629850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113981899440629850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/2006/02/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-113972770805600192</id><published>2006-02-11T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:07:22.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;11 february&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sweet. when she thought of it. was sweet. when she gave me it. it was sweet. but i was not.&lt;br /&gt;haiz..on the other hand, i felt guilty and dissapointed. how could haf i done such a thing to her? why have i become so mean?...i apologise my terrible mistakes again, for i still feel the guilt. with my full sincerity, i'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great and funny and wonderfull and...haiyah. too much good things to say bout yesterdae. hehe. thnk you for yesterday eh? =p it was indeed memorable to me. wonderful. simply wonderful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked and talked and missed the station,&lt;br /&gt;joked and laughed in our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;in a place where all was sad, we were happy,&lt;br /&gt;how weird was that? yes it was funny. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'eh? are we lost again?' was often,&lt;br /&gt;thus we're always at the wrong destination.&lt;br /&gt;the things u did was sweet just like you are,&lt;br /&gt;and u always made me laugh 'hahaha!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u smile, i smiled.&lt;br /&gt;when u laugh, i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;when u visited the loo, me too.&lt;br /&gt;but i was much faster than you! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus once again, i want to thank you.&lt;br /&gt;to haf been by my side and the times we've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;thnk you little sweety, u were also a cutie,&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember, wont forget now or later,&lt;br /&gt;what we did on 11 february.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-113972770805600192?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/113972770805600192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=113972770805600192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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okay. this is wat happened so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kl!! for gong xi fa cai with my chinese grandma. hehe. had a lot of new experienced!&lt;br /&gt;-rode a motorbike by myself!(sshh..illegally laahh..malaysia &lt;strong&gt;boleh&lt;/strong&gt; waat..)&lt;br /&gt;-sneak out in the middle of the night with my kuzin! (sshh...went to see the &lt;em&gt;bapoks&lt;/em&gt;..huhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;-met all kind of kl-ians!(psst! learnt how to speak their language! the 'kot's and 'wei' and the &lt;em&gt;blablabla&lt;/em&gt;..althgh it feels kinda weird speaking malay with the chinese..heheh)&lt;br /&gt;-met a potential *&lt;em&gt;ahem ahem&lt;/em&gt;* for me!(y isit i always like shorties?&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;em&gt;qute maah&lt;/em&gt;!=p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my life goes on..&lt;br /&gt;why does some questions are left &lt;em&gt;unanswered&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;why does some people live by the by?&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;em&gt;assume&lt;/em&gt;? you &lt;em&gt;lie?&lt;/em&gt; you &lt;em&gt;discriminate&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;? then &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;for your info, i hate, as in reali &lt;em&gt;DISLIKE&lt;/em&gt; liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people come and go in your life. but some leave &lt;em&gt;footprints&lt;/em&gt; in your heart. let yours make one in mine. dun forget me..? treat me as i &lt;em&gt;do unto you&lt;/em&gt;. haf i been mean? haf i lied to you? haf i been nice to you? be my mirror of who i am. let me see my bad and good. &lt;em&gt;yeah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for her. (the old one)&lt;br /&gt;how would you feel if u waited someone for 3 years? and then be rejected? as i did?&lt;br /&gt;this is what it feels..&lt;br /&gt;u heart keeps falling as if were thrown down from up high.&lt;br /&gt;it plunges into ice-cold water, and into the depths of sadness. ur heart hurts. ur spirits, buried. happiness extinguish. heart-brokeness looms. depression introduces itself. death seems an option. that is how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;but i clinged on. with hands of friends and families there laid out. a sign of hope and happiness.. i thank you though for the life i had. i thank you for making me abit more happy yet sad. i thank you still for u became my friend. and thank you girl, for the lessons that you thought, which is to never waste my tyme waiting for you.. thank you. thank you &lt;em&gt;ALOT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-113923117182862244?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/113923117182862244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=113923117182862244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113923117182862244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113923117182862244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/2006/02/ermm.html' title='ermm..'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-113777532897526581</id><published>2006-01-20T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T08:42:09.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>millenia institute</title><content type='html'>have been letting my blog rust for a while, now, time to clean it up!!&lt;br /&gt;new posting!! yay??!! ahah. erm, &lt;strong&gt;MI &lt;/strong&gt;is ok lah...got a lot of nice people.&lt;br /&gt;and a minority of whom i dont like. macam &lt;strong&gt;ego&lt;/strong&gt; giler seh!! thinks that he's&lt;br /&gt;so much good in this particular sport. and he spoiled my friend! why does&lt;br /&gt;this always happen? laaa. i am so fed up. &lt;em&gt;hmph. nvm&lt;/em&gt;. life goes on as usual.&lt;br /&gt;new &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;, new &lt;em&gt;mentors&lt;/em&gt;. new &lt;em&gt;environment&lt;/em&gt;. i need to adapt fast!! coz i'm not&lt;br /&gt;being myself lately in this school!! and so does irsyad!&lt;br /&gt;ishk..he's so quiet nowadaes...have been trying to get him to share&lt;br /&gt;his problem. but he kept on saying 'maner ader tukar? aku macam biaser jer aper'&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. dunno la him. and he's gonna withdraw soon. damn. &lt;em&gt;haiz&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;been going for some trng in MI, soccer and hoki. soccer, penat!! and&lt;br /&gt;dat tyme takder goalpost! on the other hand,hoki was &lt;em&gt;gggeeerrreeekkk&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. its been ages since i gripped my hoki stick. heh. dat's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;not dat interesting yah? hmm..blogging o blogging, i did this for &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction=up scrollamount=1&gt;&lt;em&gt;in every experience there lies an opportunity. even in&lt;br /&gt;a god forsaken and undeniably ancient school, there's its&lt;br /&gt;good side. have met some worthy friends, and have burned&lt;br /&gt;my hearts out to the otherwise. why must some people be so&lt;br /&gt;mean and egoistic?? one that thinks the quiet and not prominent&lt;br /&gt;to be his servant? to him, go to hell and rot your way through.&lt;br /&gt;street soccer has become a tradition in that skool amongst the newbies.&lt;br /&gt;tutorials are boring, lectures, even more. but it is them that drives my&lt;br /&gt;motivation to continue, to go on, and never withdraw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-113777532897526581?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/113777532897526581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=113777532897526581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113777532897526581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113777532897526581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/2006/01/millenia-institute.html' title='millenia institute'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-113664910501797757</id><published>2006-01-07T07:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:08:25.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 difficult words.</title><content type='html'>love. oh &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;. brings us much joy and sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;some of my frens are suffering because of it. &lt;em&gt;haiz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were lucky to experience its joy. but of course.&lt;br /&gt;everione noes that it is inevitable to escape from its&lt;br /&gt;negative site. and what do we call this negative side?&lt;br /&gt;anybody noes?? hmm...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jealousy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. that's ryte. the trap of love.&lt;br /&gt;how can we noe whether our decision is the ryte one?&lt;br /&gt;this? or that? the truth is, u &lt;strong&gt;CANT&lt;/strong&gt;. yeah. u cant.&lt;br /&gt;however, that doesnt mean u shld regret ur decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time has past. u cant turn back the tyme&lt;/em&gt;. all u can do is make&lt;br /&gt;sure you dont regret ur decision. &lt;em&gt;now, &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; is the ryte decision&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;live life to the fullest. dont look back. it does not come back to&lt;br /&gt;haunt you. look ahead. that's what's coming. to love a person is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;so is to be loved. dont squander this gift. &lt;em&gt;appreciate&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;how can a person noe whether another loves her or not?&lt;br /&gt;how? see if he smile at you? see if he makes u happy? see if he gives u&lt;br /&gt;gifts or flowers? is this how? no it &lt;strong&gt;ISNT&lt;/strong&gt;. the only way to know whether&lt;br /&gt;the person loves you or not is if he &lt;em&gt;touches your heart when he says the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;three words&lt;/em&gt;. other than dis way, i don't think there's another sincere&lt;br /&gt;way of saying it. so, if u haf some problms with your partner, talk things&lt;br /&gt;out. dont be rash. dun throw away ur love for each other.cherish it. &lt;em&gt;yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true love &lt;em&gt;rocks&lt;/em&gt;. if u dont think so, its just that u haven experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;...now, &lt;em&gt;where is the love&lt;/em&gt;? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-113664910501797757?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/113664910501797757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=113664910501797757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113664910501797757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113664910501797757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/2006/01/3-difficult-words_07.html' title='3 difficult words.'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-113653097432636378</id><published>2006-01-05T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:06:19.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;what the hell!!&lt;/h2&gt; cant go meet friends again todae!!aiyoyo... haf to stay at home and learn how to cut grass from my father. haiz..woke up this morning to find my family gone. was alone. &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. i hoped that myfather would come back quickly and then i can go meet my frens. but then, had to stay home cut grass!! ishk. so&lt;em&gt; unlucky&lt;/em&gt;. hmph. he said, "yesterday meet frens, todae want to meet frens again?? &lt;strong&gt;CANNOT&lt;/strong&gt;."LAAAAA....different members what...nvm nvm. what's past has pass. heheh. yesterdae was okay..better meet frens then rot at home ryte? met this chinese girl at M.I (millenia institute). hmm..heheh.wakaka. very the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;herm-piaou-liang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. =p qute girl. played soccer at the skool. was raining. thus,kept sliding here and there. i haf this feeling dat she was impressed by my soccer skills.(wahahaha!!! no &lt;em&gt;shame&lt;/em&gt;!!) or she was laughing her head off at me. coz i look like and idiot likedat. sliding here and there. heheh. &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt; dat azli and yusmar all. wanted me to come meet them. but wen i reached there, they were'nt there! went out with their new found frens. hmm. kacang betul. nvm. at least i haf azhar and irsyad by my side. hehe.done with soccer, was raining badly. packed like sardines at the bus stop. decided to take the taxi. and so did many others. actions taken: irsyad went out to wait &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; the bus stop so that the taxis would stop for him. wakaka. was funny. everione was stunned. ahaha. went to west mall to meet my frens who 4got all about me since they haf new frens. met them. then went home. dat's all folks. my life. kinda plain ryte? heh. hope to start skooling next weeek. boring sia at home.o ya. had a cobra visiting my home lately. yeah. nothing much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-113653097432636378?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/113653097432636378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=113653097432636378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113653097432636378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113653097432636378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-hell-cant-go-meet-friends-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-113637477925649265</id><published>2006-01-04T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T03:39:39.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friends. our most beloved friends. what would we do without them? we'll for sure be encased in a time of boredom and loneliness,surrounded by a strange unknown world except for our homes.&lt;br /&gt;smiles seem rare and laughter, extinct. that's why, our lives are only worthwhile if its a happy one.an empty life of nothingness and despair is just the substitute of..death.&lt;br /&gt;with our companions by our sides, we've experienced the golden memorable times in our lifes.&lt;br /&gt;they're the meaning of life, which include our family. why? they portray the most essential resipe in our life. one that everione has, but not all show. it is what we noe as love.&lt;br /&gt;for this, i deeply appreciate all my friends care concern, and i hope u appreciate mine too.&lt;br /&gt;our memory lane might haf been bumpy, but it's filled with lots of sunshine and laughters too.&lt;br /&gt;my departure from my home of friends(my school) really saddens me and i hope that in the near future, we would meet again and reminisce our ol' good tymes. thnk you my frens, for being my friend. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-113637477925649265?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/113637477925649265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=113637477925649265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113637477925649265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113637477925649265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/2006/01/friends.html' title=''/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19965385.post-113515065750101703</id><published>2005-12-20T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:37:37.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first flight</title><content type='html'>he sits in front of his com with full anticipation of what's coming. yet, he's still oblivious. to everything. the music. the act.  the trauma and suffering. never in his mind has he thought of helping them. never has he tasted the sweet-bitterness of life.  has he no idea of what is really happening in this world?? what IS happening to the world?? and now, he pondered and wondered...read the papers. watch the news. listen to radios. and you'll kowwhy.&lt;br /&gt;it's not too late....yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19965385-113515065750101703?l=brokenwingers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/feeds/113515065750101703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19965385&amp;postID=113515065750101703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113515065750101703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19965385/posts/default/113515065750101703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokenwingers.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-flight_20.html' title='first flight'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206920702665488291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/kim0/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
