<?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-18263872</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:51:47.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOGAVEWEASELCANDY?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114645607791374095</id><published>2006-05-01T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:54:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm waiting for this test to end, so these lighter days can soon begin. I'll be alone but maybe more carefree, like a kite that floats so effortlessly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;And now my sorrow seems so far away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I'm taken by these bolts of pain-- But I turn them off and tuck them away, 'till these rainy days that make them stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the words still ring, once here now gone.&lt;br /&gt;And they echo through my head everyday, and I dont think they'll ever go away, just like thinking of your childhood home. But we cant go back we're on our own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm about to give this one more shot, and find it in myself.. I'll find it in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trashanatomy.deviantart.com"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIAAAA PHOTOS ARE &lt;a href="http://terrorvision.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/A&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114645607791374095?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114645607791374095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114645607791374095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114645607791374095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114645607791374095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-im-waiting-for-this-test-to-end-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114633142862929652</id><published>2006-04-30T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:23:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so happy. &lt;br /&gt;Jim from OGA left me a comment on my LJ a month ago, and I read it today, so I decided to drop Jim an email.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, Jim loves my username on LJ and would like to use it as some of OGA's merchandise, and in return Jim's offering me a shirt! &lt;br /&gt;That's wonderful, I could really use some new shirts right now. &lt;br /&gt;Plus all the designs on OGA are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I'm so very happy. &lt;br /&gt;BRAIN MELTDOWN AT 0122 HOURS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114633142862929652?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114633142862929652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114633142862929652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114633142862929652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114633142862929652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114620175450225653</id><published>2006-04-28T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:35:06.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pastor's preaching stinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more of threatening and forcing us to believe and not mock God.&lt;br /&gt;The names he mentioned were the people I well.. Respected in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's no Hell and no Hiroshima, Chernobyl was a cover up.&lt;br /&gt;The world is really all in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eveything they ever told us, shakes our faith and breaks their promise. &lt;br /&gt;But you can stop the truth from leaking, if you never stop believing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though John Lennon did say Christianity would disappear, he believed in God. And Pastor said, &lt;I&gt;"John Lennon is dead, but Jesus is still alive."&lt;/i&gt; And you know what? John Lennon was murdered by a Christian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well excuse me, if he is alive then where is he? He died 2000 years ago, and don't tell me he loved me, because I wasn't even alive 2000 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have nothing against Christians; only the close-minded ones. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114620175450225653?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114620175450225653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114620175450225653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114620175450225653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114620175450225653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/pastors-preaching-stinks.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114614693049494903</id><published>2006-04-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:01:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life is spiralling downwards.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this, but it is true all the same.&lt;br /&gt;I.. Love the rain. Not really being in it, but just.. Watching it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm really very horrible when it comes to anything related to socializing, I would pretty much rather remain in my shell by myself than be out amongst a large loud crowd. &lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes I miss having company, but most of the time when I'm not facing the social world I pretty much prefer to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;But thank you, superior-being-in-the-sky, for giving me Panda as my best ally, and Cal, Banana, Jess, Joy, the J family, my own family.. Although I don't have many people in my somewhat insignificant life I still treasure everyone. &lt;br /&gt;Shush, so alright, I may not be such a grouch after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say life's a battle and I'm pretty much losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It took that cut to bring me back to life, they're bleeding and they're frightened. &lt;br /&gt;Still I hold out both my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114614693049494903?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114614693049494903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114614693049494903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114614693049494903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114614693049494903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-life-is-spiralling-downwards.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114611658130334806</id><published>2006-04-27T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:16:10.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The English Papers were alright. I wrote about travelling for the first paper, haha. &lt;br /&gt;Was really tired throughout the day, so I made use of the extra time I had before the paper ended and I slept. &lt;br /&gt;Thana said she saw my feet shaking, and she knew I was asleep when my feet stopped shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As you may or may not know, on the 26th it was the Day Of Silence; a youth movement protesting the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people and their allies.. I wish I could've participated in it, but the school does not acknowledge it. We don't really have GSA here either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have the Day of Truth, which is today, April 27th. It is &lt;a href="http://www.dayoftruth.org/main/default.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Gosh, this is so fucking immature.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of odd, sleeping in class. When I was half-awake just now I wondered why it felt nothing like home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114611658130334806?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114611658130334806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114611658130334806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114611658130334806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114611658130334806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/english-papers-were-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114605955071614082</id><published>2006-04-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:52:30.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only way I can and I will release all of this-- Is through writing. &lt;br /&gt;I let everything out just now, through words. I still love life, not a single doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I revamped the old &lt;a href="http://stigmata-.diaryland.com"&gt;Stigmata-&lt;/a&gt; site and turned it into my very own venting machine. As usual, password protected since I'm such a paranoid fucker.&lt;br /&gt;My life feels like clockwork. And right now, it's really rusty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114605955071614082?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114605955071614082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114605955071614082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114605955071614082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114605955071614082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/only-way-i-can-and-i-will-release-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114597135933393880</id><published>2006-04-25T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:22:39.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My reckless impulsiveness led me to close this blog. Realizing I had no other outlet to vent my everyday troubles onto, I opened this once again. Well I could return to writing stories, but I've been having a huge writer's block these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the Exam Week. Still not much effort from me, I admit. &lt;br /&gt;Highly guilty of this though there's nothing I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from tuition, I'm dead beat. Sheesh. I wish my brain was like a diskette, each time I save information in, and when I want to use them, I'll just take out the diskettes I need and slot them into my brain. That would be wonderful. Then again, &lt;I&gt;I wish&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a fight today. Whoo. I guess I underestimated the foreigner, I didn't know he'd know how to fight. Then again, I shouldn't judge a book by their cover. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda needs a mood ring. Get well soon Panda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114597135933393880?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114597135933393880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114597135933393880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114597135933393880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114597135933393880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-reckless-impulsiveness-led-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114568506060167074</id><published>2006-04-22T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:51:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so pensive right now. &lt;br /&gt;There are so many things running through my head, I can feel the gears of my brain kicking into motion. Hmm, this should be good, brainexercise. &lt;br /&gt;I love the Earth. I love the sky. I love the ground. I love coffee. I love candy. &lt;br /&gt;The only thing I &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; dislike are people.. And the things they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mid Years start in five days. &lt;br /&gt;It's either a good shot for me to score, or it's either my death day. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it may be, I sure hope it isn't my death day. Plus there's Napfa right after the exams, what kind of poop is that? It's equivalent to double the amount of stress since I'm not sports/physically inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true, the facts of life are bound to get you down. &lt;br /&gt;So what's the use, anyway, the world is pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114568506060167074?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114568506060167074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114568506060167074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114568506060167074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114568506060167074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-feeling-so-pensive-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114562157652165007</id><published>2006-04-21T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:47:13.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout: pictures are screencaps from The L Word. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for tuition today. It was effective, no doubt about tuition. There's nothing like solving algebra sums. Hm, I'm starting to like algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that Panda and I went to take the bus back. I was carrying so much poop,  oh flush it was really annoying. Then I saw an egret and I was trying to tell Panda about it, but she just couldn't see it! God. Damn. It. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; THERE! There can you see?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Panda:&lt;/b&gt; NO! WHERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; There la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Panda:&lt;/b&gt; I can't see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; No no, bend like this then you can see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; -bends-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;panda:&lt;/b&gt; -bends- NOTHING LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 20 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; THERE CAN YOU SEE IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Panda:&lt;/b&gt; Oh yes! It's a plastic bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, Panda thought the egret was a plastic bag! Then she pointed out some plastic bag opposite the egret, but I didn't see it. Oh well, I guess the both of us have serious blind spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I mentioned to Panda about me haunting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; If you turn around.. You'll see something pale.. Something with messy hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Panda:&lt;/b&gt; I am.. Not moving now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Something = SEXY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Panda:&lt;/b&gt; It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Panda:&lt;/b&gt; Sexy you is enough to freak me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jess reenacts a scene, something a rabid fan would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jess:&lt;/b&gt; AHHH I LOVE YOUUUUUU AHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114562157652165007?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114562157652165007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114562157652165007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114562157652165007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114562157652165007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-layout-pictures-are-screencaps.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114552542047627696</id><published>2006-04-20T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:30:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are always so caught up with social/economic issues in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so fake. Everyone's so judgemental. Everything's based on physical appearances, you know? Like for example, models have to be tall. Can't we have short models? No, no one would like it because everyone thinks being short is a bad thing. Pfft, people. If everyone could shut their eyes and learn with their ears and heart, not with their eyes. &lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I judge too. It's not a good thing.. But no one's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start studying. But this is, as you know, senseless procrastination by yours truely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114552542047627696?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114552542047627696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114552542047627696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114552542047627696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114552542047627696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/people-are-always-so-caught-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114544016159916216</id><published>2006-04-19T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:35:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goddamn. &lt;br /&gt;I already promised myself I'd be nice to everything around me.. So let's not let my short fuse run out this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. There it is again! I want to be mean but I can't. &lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, Adam Khoo says, &lt;I&gt;"If you can't, then you must."&lt;/i&gt; But this time I can't and I must not. I have to be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going through my super old testimonials. I MISS JOYCELYN LIKE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from a testimo Joy wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Anth:&lt;/B&gt; ok. wait. let me show you an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Lynns:&lt;/B&gt; -waits-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Anth:&lt;/B&gt; OK. IVE DECIDED NOT TO BECAUSE IM LAZY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114544016159916216?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114544016159916216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114544016159916216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114544016159916216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114544016159916216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/goddamn.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114536844810731117</id><published>2006-04-18T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:54:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.. Want to travel around the world, with nothing more but my camera, and enough money to keep me alive of course, and a loyal companion who will never get tired of me stopping every five metres to capture something. I want to travel with the thought of spending money on materials out of my head, and to ignore what people will and shall say about me and my love for life around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life itself is beautiful; yet people disregard it, and choose to fool with death instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to capture the essence of life, and to present it to everyone, with the hopes that with the photographs, people will understand the beauty of the life around them, and cherish every single second of life. Everything around everyone is lovely, why can't people see life my way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are always so busy with work, so busy with their lives and their attempts to be at the top of the social and economic level. Because they think many friends = more opportunites = more chances to earn money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life's not all that-- it's not about popularity and the amount of money you have in your bank. &lt;br /&gt;It's about appreciating, and giving. In the end, on your deathbed, the only people you'll have beside you will be your kin, and perhaps your true friends. When you shut your eyes and leave, you won't be taking money with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114536844810731117?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114536844810731117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114536844810731117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114536844810731117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114536844810731117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114525520068115559</id><published>2006-04-17T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:26:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am pissed. There's a report on this shop.. Joy Doggy. It rings a bell, but I don't actually recall myself stepping foot into it. Nonetheless, I won't ever patronize that shop. And if I do, I'd be walking into the shop with eggs in my hands, and a balaclava over my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible, horrible people. They didn't even bother to vaccinate their pups before selling them, and when they died, the shopkeeper turns around and claims that it was the other party's fault for buying the pup, even if they knew it was already sick, and they even said that the viruses the puppies caught might have been from the house of the buyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper got fined a hundred bucks, but I do hope they get their licenses revoked. Because it would be terrible if they still continued selling sick puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, people can be so stupid and unthoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was alright. Though P.E killed me. Thank you Grace, Peggy and Calene for helping me run. Without you all, I think I'd be joining the rest for training. I love you guys! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;While I was listening to Goh teach during Bio, I sneezed and my skirt buckle snapped. &lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During every Art lesson, something's always bound to happen. Like Samuel's pants breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, so much homework. I wish I could clone myself. Then everything would be easier. &lt;br /&gt;But I don't think anyone wants more Antheas around. It would probably be chaotic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114525520068115559?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114525520068115559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114525520068115559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114525520068115559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114525520068115559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114517164330090396</id><published>2006-04-16T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:30:38.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad to say this but, yesterday at 3 in the afternoon I let my white siberian tiger beanie, Frost, fall off the fort-- the computer and onto the ground. Due to my lazyness I never picked him up. He was eventually forgotten, until today, at 3:06pm, I went to the dining table to get more chocolate leaves to chomp on, when I found him lying on the ground, beside chair #2. A sudden wave of realization hit me like a brick and I quickly picked him up and smelt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas! To my dismay he smelt like my adversary and pet dog, Toto. Blunt force trauma is evident as there are dents in his body. Possible weapon to cause this: canine teeth. I knew this comrade well, and I knew he wouldn't give in without a fight. But alas, he has left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I would like to withdraw 1 minute of silence from everyone's lives to mourn the loss of the comrade Frost. He was a faithful soldier, a good beanie toy that I rescued from the Garage Sale on the 17th of February, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Captain Supercalifragilisticexpealidous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; I was complaining this morning to my mom. WHY CAN'T JESUS DIE FOR 4 DAYS?! SO THAT I CAN HAVE MONDAY OFF AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; DAMN DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; WHY ONLY 3?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; WHY WHY WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; IF HE'D DIE FOR A WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; OR 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; THAT would even be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Anthea:&lt;/b&gt; YOU SIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Anthea:&lt;/b&gt; WHO DIES FOR 1 YR THEN COMES BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;I&gt;I AM GOING TO GROCERY SHOPPING?! **&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; Who comes back after they die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I.. Don't see the connection between Panda going grocery shopping and Jesus dying for a year instead of three days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114517164330090396?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114517164330090396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114517164330090396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114517164330090396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114517164330090396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/sad-to-say-this-but-yesterday-at-3-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114509451449168584</id><published>2006-04-15T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:10:39.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, I was digging through my cupboard when I found my really old denim jacket that I used to wear everywhere when I was younger. And a little lightbulb popped over my head and went &lt;i&gt;"Ding!"&lt;/i&gt; Nope, it didn't go ding like the Crazy Frog jingles you see on the terrorvision, but ding, like ovens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ghostrequiem.com/jacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's my jacket/vest right there. I cut off the sleeves because they were too small. The buttons on it say "KidThink" or something, oh well who cares, really.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like it though, it's not done yet. I got bored with digging the studs out from my horrid belt. Plus all that pushing and shoving made my fingers hurt a whole lot. And there was no one online for me to bother! You see, Pelyn closed her webcam and went offline. So no entertainment for me. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tonight I'll continue filling it up. I still have to add many many things to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks I swear Peggy says the oddest things at the oddest times. It's just like when you're enjoying your lunch, and a fly lands on your table and goes, &lt;I&gt;"DO I LOOK LIKE A FLY TO YOU, SHITSTAIN?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; ONLY PERVERTS DO MATH.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; I wish I can be Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; Like. My stall is in england so I can fly there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; On my firebolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; You can be Draco Malfoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; The cool geek that I am going after for gay sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; I wonder if Harry Potter has air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; Or maybe a polar bear in his bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; HE LIVES AT NORTHPOLE AND IS A ESKIMO AND HAS A PET POLAR BEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; AND HE CUTS A HOLE IN THE ICE IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS IGLOO AND PEES/POO INTO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; I can imagine Draco Malfoy doing the James Blunt You're Beautiful Mtv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; Oh. Maybe Harry Potter is playing SIMON SAYS with Draco Malfoy now.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; WA TA SHI WA HARRY &lt;S&gt;POTTER&lt;/s&gt; ARMPITS SAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;5 hours later.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Anthea:&lt;/b&gt; CHWEE BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; Fuck la call me chwee bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; Me Harry Potter san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I've updated my DeviantArt! &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114509451449168584?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114509451449168584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114509451449168584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114509451449168584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114509451449168584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/right-i-was-digging-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114499494290410125</id><published>2006-04-14T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T02:28:57.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thug white girl suburban black hippy chick, punk rock straight edge hip hop pot head, invite them all over for a mosh pit in my bed!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just got back from the airport. Went to pick my brother's fiancee Mari up, and then we went to have dinner and Long Beach. The food was alright, but seriously too oily. Ack. Didn't touch any meat, even though I promised my mom I'd cut down on my meat slowly first before going fully veg. Strange, I didn't feel like eating the meat at all so I gave it a miss and had mushrooms instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/vg4f49.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to my grandma's. The place was still the same, still dimly lit. Finally, one light was turned on in the entire house. We all sat down and watched the TV. My grandma has a hearing problem, and when my dad was trying to tell her that my brother and Mari were getting married, she misheard &lt;i&gt;"married"&lt;/i&gt; as &lt;i&gt;"wallet"&lt;/i&gt;. I can't remember the title of the programme we were watching, but it was on Channel 8. The girl was about to get hokeypokey-ed by the man and she was yelling like a crazy buffoon, my grandma just sat there, watching it, and she chuckled. Then I left to take a walk around the pool. Mari and my brother joined me, and after that we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad drove us to my aunt's house. Even though she was giving some kids tuition my dad still went into her home. She was alright with it I guess, because she stared chattering with my parents about the marriage, and other random things boring adults usually discuss. Then my uncle came down, and started talking to Mari and my brother. I was pretty non-existant until I heard something funny, and laughed. Then my uncle turned to me and ruffled my hair. Thirty minutes later, we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Webcamming with Pelyn now, she's showing me all the food/drinks she has. Horrible! It's okay though, I have cookies and cranberry juice. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/vg5u39.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Pelyn? Takopachi cheeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114499494290410125?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114499494290410125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114499494290410125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114499494290410125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114499494290410125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/thug-white-girl-suburban-black-hippy.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/vg4f49_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114492051956265768</id><published>2006-04-13T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:18:31.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday's tomorrow. Honestly it's none of my business, though I don't disrespect it at all. &lt;br /&gt;But, I'm supposed to be &lt;i&gt;hating&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow, because, oh you know, I'm such a satanist, right?&lt;br /&gt;Please, do yourself a favour and stitch your lips up. If you can get a needle through that fish-lips, then go ahead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, may I suggest this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ghostrequiem.com/ist2_319891_fishing_hook.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, isn't it just adorable? It's green, which is basically my favourite color, and no I don't care what color you want it to be because I want to see a green one trapped between your fish-lips. Plus I believe the hook is long enough to fit your gigantic fish-lips in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, if I can get more of those cute little fish-hooks I can crucify you too! See, I'm such a satanist right? QUICK QUICK, TELL EVERYONE! So what if my handphone number ends with 666? By the way, 666's stamped on my ass too. Wanna check it out? It's quite beautiful, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop putting words into Panda and I's mouth. You know, we prefer food.&lt;br /&gt;Like cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114492051956265768?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114492051956265768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114492051956265768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114492051956265768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114492051956265768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/she-eyes-me-like-pisces-when-i-am-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114483660774496825</id><published>2006-04-12T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:00:34.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wire cutters of the world, you know what to use it for. Spread the word to all the tightrope walker boys and girls-- brace yourself for miracles.&lt;br /&gt;You're in for a nasty shock.&lt;br /&gt;When the war is over, you can read the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather excited/worried.. The photography competition, as usual. The requirements are really quite alot and my little lazy ass can't take all that requirements. Hm, they want the original photo together with the touched-up one, the date, location and time of the photograph. Gee whiz.. The deadline is June. Hopefully I'll get a better camera, perhaps a SLR one before it all ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114483660774496825?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114483660774496825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114483660774496825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114483660774496825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114483660774496825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/wire-cutters-of-world-you-know-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114475753567641033</id><published>2006-04-11T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:12:15.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS YOUR FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ghostrequiem.com/slaught98.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ghostrequiem.com/babyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS YOUR SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ghostrequiem.com/science.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ghostrequiem.com/fuckthis.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE ARE YOUR CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ghostrequiem.com/fur31.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;A sausage can contain ground up intestines. How can anyone be sure that the intestines are empty when they are ground up? Do you really want to eat the content of a pig's intestines?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we cut up beasts simply because they cannot prevent us and because we are backing our own side in the struggle for existence, it is only logical to cut up imbeciles, criminals, enemies, or capitalists for the same reasons." ~ C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look on the murder of men.&lt;br /&gt;No animals deserve to die for your tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;NOW THIS WAR HAS TWO SIDES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114475753567641033?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114475753567641033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114475753567641033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114475753567641033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114475753567641033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-your-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114467172865869319</id><published>2006-04-10T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:41:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;Girls.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when they fawn over guys like they're the most important things on Earth. Sure you need them to make babies, but WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly you don't have to go, &lt;i&gt;"Oh he was made for me! We were meant to be together, and it must be so!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girl, that's not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's up with dressing and acting like a whore just for boys? Why do ladies have to do such a thing, anyway? It just shows how low you all girls can go. And girls, you all sure can go really low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you dress up in little clothes, and shake your tight ass, or get guys who have good looks? In the end you're just going to end up naked on your parents' bed, and the guy with good looks might just have a severe case of body acne! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after they get tired, and dump you aside, you cry as if there's no tomorrow, as if that lousy piece of dick was the only guy on Earth. So what if you shared everything with him, if it's over it's over, the only thing that can be done is to get on with your life, and prove that you're better than that worthless piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls with posessive boyfriends should just put them where they belong: in the dumpster. &lt;br /&gt;Think about it, if he loves you, he wouldn't control you. You shouldn't let him be the dominant one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, men have one thing in mind when they see a "super hot female", and it is lust. They want to dingding her dangdangs, peep-peep her beep-beep, and so on. &lt;br /&gt;And when you get married, men will only think of you as: a maid, a sex toy, and a baby machine. &lt;br /&gt;SCREW THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's so uptight about what guys think about them, whether they think they're "hot shit". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;But girls, the only shit that's going to be hot is the shit coming out from your asshole.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did all the dreams of being a female president go to? &lt;br /&gt;This is madness. &lt;br /&gt;QUIT BEING WHORES, EVERYONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS AREN'T IMPORTANT, YOUR FUTURE IS. &lt;br /&gt;If I could line Singapore's population of desperate teenages females, I would. And I'd give them a hard slap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114467172865869319?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114467172865869319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114467172865869319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114467172865869319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114467172865869319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114466949819504005</id><published>2006-04-10T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:50:34.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talked to my mom again regarding the camera. &lt;br /&gt;She said I could get it, but my brothers would think it's unfair and get jealous. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think they would. Sure, they might complain and whine, they do that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Dad says if I get it my results will go downhill. It won't, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you all for all the encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;It may seem insignificant since it's just words, nothing more but verbal words, but to me it's a whole lot of help.&lt;br /&gt;I have more motivation than I've had ever since I heard about the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Two halves are equal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DES TAGGED ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;seven random facts about me:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a serious bad obsession with candy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really shy.&lt;br /&gt;I read, write, draw, and take photographs.&lt;br /&gt;I hate genders, I'm more androgynous than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I need to slim down.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a serious feminist. I won't give into stupid guys physically, because they are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;seven celebrity crushes:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ville Valo.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Molko.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Palmer.&lt;br /&gt;Otep.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Manson.&lt;br /&gt;Rupert Grint.&lt;br /&gt;Joey Jordison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;seven qualities i want in a potential boyfriend:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM.&lt;br /&gt;EW.&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;ARE.&lt;br /&gt;FOR.&lt;br /&gt;THE.&lt;br /&gt;WEAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;seven things that scare me:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitive people.&lt;br /&gt;Big crowds.&lt;br /&gt;Buses/Public transport.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boys-- Boys in general.&lt;br /&gt;Bad jokes.&lt;br /&gt;P.E.&lt;br /&gt;Running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;seven random songs at the moment:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorblind - Dresden Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Androgyny - Garbage&lt;br /&gt;Battle Ready - Otep.&lt;br /&gt;Scissors - Slipknot.&lt;br /&gt;Molly - Mindless Self Indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;Summerboy - Freezepop.&lt;br /&gt;Thriller - Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;seven things i like the most:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Photography.&lt;br /&gt;My friends!&lt;br /&gt;Art.&lt;br /&gt;Video games.&lt;br /&gt;Criminology.&lt;br /&gt;Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;seven things i plan to do before i die:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slap someone really hard.&lt;br /&gt;A bihawk.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow hair &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty rainbow car.&lt;br /&gt;Clean up my room.&lt;br /&gt;Earn a truckload of cash.&lt;br /&gt;World tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;seven things i say the most:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I want candy!&lt;br /&gt;Agggk.&lt;br /&gt;WANK!&lt;br /&gt;So tired.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114466949819504005?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114466949819504005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114466949819504005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114466949819504005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114466949819504005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/talked-to-my-mom-again-regarding.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114459537570620031</id><published>2006-04-09T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:09:35.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My eyes are burning. Went to the zoo today, had a blast! Too lazy to elaborate, but we saw all sorts of animals, and all of us got molested by the butterflies. Those things are beautiful. In short, the animals were splendid but the weather was rather cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father saw the select few of the photographs I took, and he said he under-estimated me. Perhaps this is my chance to get a better camera? Though I'm not complaining about the one I have right now. Yes I know, it doesn't belong to me, I sort of adopted it.. It belongs to my elder brother still. Although I won't mind owning a Nikon/Canon Rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a whole load of encouragement, about participating in the photography contest, dad says he wants to pick the good photos, and he's willing to mount it on black boards and deliver it personally to the place instead of mailing it. I'm really glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the paper about some old man. Perhaps I shall visit him.. Maybe. If I can locate him.&lt;br /&gt;.. I shall once I stop being lazy. HAH! PROCRASTINATION, ONCE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I haven't showered yet! Who wants to smell me? A dollar a sniff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114459537570620031?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114459537570620031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114459537570620031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114459537570620031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114459537570620031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-eyes-are-burning.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114449128652444342</id><published>2006-04-08T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:14:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was looking through the Nikon D50/D70 and the Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT reviews and I had to put my hand over my heart and--- 1, 2, 3, inhale deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind owning one of those beauties. But dad says no, he says it's too expensive. Also, I've been looking around for any valuable items that I have that I could sell, but to my disappointment I found nothing close to a thousand dollars. Bah humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still hope! Dad says if I do well this term he'd get it for me. &lt;br /&gt;But as you all know, I'm such a lazy fatass so that isn't really possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Or is it? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photography competition ends May. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I want to participate.. I certainly won't be participating in the Singapore Young Photographer's Award, since like I mentioned above, I'm such a lazy fatass, and I won't print out my photos to mail. &lt;br /&gt;So, perhaps, Montage 2006, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asides from all that ranting, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://trashanatomy.deviantart.com"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; updated. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114449128652444342?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114449128652444342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114449128652444342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114449128652444342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114449128652444342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/was-looking-through-nikon-d50d70-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114439577739692319</id><published>2006-04-07T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:42:57.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://trashanatomy.deviantart.com"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114439577739692319?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114439577739692319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114439577739692319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114439577739692319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114439577739692319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/deviantart-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114438654849613410</id><published>2006-04-07T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T13:09:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you scroll down, you'd see that I mentioned in my previous post, the setence, &lt;i&gt;"fall on my face"&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;I fell on my face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was that fateful time each day, where Daniel and I would bunny-hop by classes after recess, filled to the brim with energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: It happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got tripped by class 3/4's door. Well I fell, and it was funny. I know, I know, people who know me in real life would have known that I laugh when people fall down. And they might say, &lt;i&gt;"Oh Anthea, see, this is retribution for laughing at people!"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I found my fall extremely hilarious, and I laughed. Daniel said I had some sort of Christopher Reeve pose, one arm and leg up in the air. By the way, Christopher Reeve is the guy who plays Superman. &lt;br /&gt;By the way, he is also dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my fall could have been recorded. That would be priceless. And awesome, of course, to see myself fall would be something I would like to witness before I walk through the Pearly Gates. ( Pearly Gates = Heaven )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bruised my right knee, and for your information, it's pretty sore right now. BUT IT'S OKAY! &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114438654849613410?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114438654849613410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114438654849613410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114438654849613410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114438654849613410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-you-scroll-down-youd-see-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114431190543190402</id><published>2006-04-06T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:25:05.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm on a treadmill, y'know? Starting off at a slow pace, then the treadmill gathers speed quickly and I fall on my face. I need to improve on so many things, but I can't stop procrastinating and actually do something. &lt;br /&gt;I need to stop procrastinating, and when I am typing this, I am at the same time, procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, we'll meet beyond the stars and it will be away from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114431190543190402?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114431190543190402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114431190543190402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114431190543190402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114431190543190402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-feel-like-im-on-treadmill-yknow.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114422622631974908</id><published>2006-04-05T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:37:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mrs Lim was absent today. But in the end we had some geometry test, probably going to flunk it. I hate pop quizzes like that, ahh.&lt;br /&gt;During Chem, Miss Foo came over to watch the lesson, and she taught us as well. Honestly, she's good at teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the same relief teacher relieved us and he said, &lt;I&gt;"Behave like a girl!"&lt;/i&gt; when he saw me kick Nicholas in the nuts. And Nadeen said I'm overflowing with anger, WHICH IS NOT TRUE. I AM A DOCILE AND HARMLESS CREATURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school Peggy and I decided to go walking. We &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; going to have lunch, but in the end when we reached the basement, she asked me if I wanted to eat. Then I took five seconds to evaluate my tummy-- and no, I didn't want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;We left, and bumped into my mom! She noticed my bald spot and freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday my mom wants to go shopping for corsets. Heh, then on Sunday DanielNicholasSamuelPeggy and I will be going to the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114422622631974908?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114422622631974908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114422622631974908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114422622631974908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114422622631974908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/mrs-lim-was-absent-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114415959684362226</id><published>2006-04-04T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:06:36.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So so so tired. Just got home from tuition. I understand math, much better now. &lt;br /&gt;Yep even though I haven't fully understood algebra, I guess I'll get to it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained really heavily today. While waiting for Rebecca, Daniel and I made our very own airlines. Called the Armpit Airlines.&lt;br /&gt;And I dunno why Samuel finds my armpit so fascinating. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, Samuel, Peggy, Rebecca, Adriel plus Melvin and I ran all the way to the bus stop. I used my file to cover my head, and thus, the only part of me that didn't get wet was my head/face. Samuel happily jumped into a puddle of rainwater and it splashed onto my skirt. THANK YOU SAMUEL.&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole lot of us, minus DanielAdrielMelvin, went to the hairdresser's. Everyone got their hair cut except me. And the hairdresser told Rebecca, &lt;i&gt;"Come, let me cut your hair, it's not nice!"&lt;/i&gt; SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's sideburns were of uneven length. Haw haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we split ways, Peggy and I went to find Calene. Then we left for tuition, my dad picked me up, and here I am typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114415959684362226?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114415959684362226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114415959684362226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114415959684362226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114415959684362226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-so-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114406282078771654</id><published>2006-04-03T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:44:17.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my oral examination today. Not &lt;I&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; sexual oral, but english oral.&lt;br /&gt;It was alright, something about disabled atheletes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jess! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I walked by a human being that smelt very much like flowers. Until now, when I wrinkle my nose, I can still smell the horrible sweet scent of the flowers. Wonderful. And in the lift I noticed my IJ-neighbour from the 11th floor was checking me out. &lt;br /&gt;Hello IJ neighbour I do not know who you are though you look like a China person. I'm not discriminating, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run today was pretty bad. I ran for one and a half rounds, then walked all the way. And flies were everywhere. That's why I hate Spring/Summer: Flies, bugs. They're everywhere, and they reproduce like crazy. I hate flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the run, pretty much everyone had at least a fly stuck onto them.&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF THEM GOT INTO MY SIDEBURNS! Which are indeed very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so very tired, and I want my hair to be shorter. This means razor time, but as you know, I'm a lousy procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go paint my shoes, then I'll start doing work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114406282078771654?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114406282078771654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114406282078771654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114406282078771654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114406282078771654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/had-my-oral-examination-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114395887354267382</id><published>2006-04-02T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T14:21:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still in love with all your sins, where you stop and I begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Fuck I hate Mondays with a burning passion enough to set Orchard Road on fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114395887354267382?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114395887354267382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114395887354267382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114395887354267382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114395887354267382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/still-in-love-with-all-your-sins-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114388902444309794</id><published>2006-04-01T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:11:01.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Terry:&lt;/b&gt; Ich hasse Sie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Terry:&lt;/b&gt; Happy Fools' Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Terry:&lt;/b&gt; I hate you, faggot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; WhywhatdidIdo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Terry:&lt;/b&gt; DER 1. APRIL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Terry:&lt;/b&gt; Just kidding, mein liebe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You're such a fag, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Terry:&lt;/b&gt; Dummkopf!! -runs to living room-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ...TERRY KESSLER COME BACK HERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114388902444309794?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114388902444309794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114388902444309794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114388902444309794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114388902444309794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/terry-ich-hasse-sie-me-why-terry-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114386558996046035</id><published>2006-04-01T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T12:26:29.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And if this is what it takes, just to lie with my mistakes and live with what I did to you-- all the hell I put you through.&lt;br /&gt;And now you want to talk, it's not hard to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( P.S: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://trashanatomy.deviantart.com"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/a&gt; updated, again. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114386558996046035?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114386558996046035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114386558996046035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114386558996046035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114386558996046035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-if-this-is-what-it-takes-just-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114380658892110388</id><published>2006-03-31T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:03:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://trashanatomy.deviantart.com"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/a&gt; updated, once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114380658892110388?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114380658892110388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114380658892110388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114380658892110388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114380658892110388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/deviantart-updated-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114379271595959880</id><published>2006-03-31T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:11:55.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;There are at this moment, 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good. And some are good struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world. 6 billion souls. And sometimes all you need is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blissful and blind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114379271595959880?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114379271595959880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114379271595959880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114379271595959880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114379271595959880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-are-at-this-moment-6470818671.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114372426980221823</id><published>2006-03-30T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:11:09.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://trashanatomy.deviantart.com"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/a&gt; updated.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Age 2 kicks serious hardcore mammoth butt. &amp;hearts; &lt;br /&gt;Went to watch it with Sean and Peggy, it was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Peggy and I went to have lunch at Long John's, after buying our tickets. We wanted to watch &lt;I&gt;The Hills Have Eyes&lt;/i&gt;, and we almost did get to watch it. But in the end, the counter-person said, &lt;I&gt;"Oh, it's M-18."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;Sean took ages. Ahh I love his pants, they're so pretty. :[&lt;br /&gt;I screwed around with his &lt;I&gt;Yoko Yoko&lt;/i&gt; thingy. It looks like shoe polish. I put one splotch on his shirt and he went bonkers. And rubbed it all over me. THANK YOU SEAN. I really needed to smell like oil. THANKS ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports' Day was ridiculous. It was hot, and my battery-operated mini fan died on me. So I used Sean's fancy Brazillian fan. In the end, Power house won. The mascot was odd though. He looked more like a plant than a superhero. Was he even supposed to be a superhero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want school tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Lazybones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114372426980221823?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114372426980221823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114372426980221823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114372426980221823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114372426980221823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/deviantart-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114362080404215955</id><published>2006-03-29T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:27:16.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your love is material. You see the shell but not what's beneath. &lt;br /&gt;If we all were blind, we'd all be loving with our hearts- not our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Faces will wrinkle, skin and bone will turn to dust, but true love won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just asked Peggy to hold onto my Ocean Creatures biscuit snack and she said the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;PEGGY:&lt;/b&gt; NO.! I CANNOT LET ANYONE SEE ME HOLDING ONTO OCEAN CREATURES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114362080404215955?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114362080404215955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114362080404215955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114362080404215955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114362080404215955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-love-is-material.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114355232574945810</id><published>2006-03-28T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:25:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really want to take part in the photography competition, but as usual, I'm not confident. Everyone's been encouraging me, but somehow I just don't think I'd even get a certificate of participation. Gosh.. Plus I'm not the only one that's going to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I really don't mind winning the 5000 dollars. I'd give half to my parents, and the rest.. I'll get a decent camera, a DS, and with the spare cash, maybe give my friends a huge movie treat or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and I were class heroes today. A lizard invaded the classroom and everyone went screaming. It was a really pretty lizard/gecko, and I wanted to catch it for myself. Ack, it was too fast. As I clung onto the wall outside the class, I took the broom from Daniel's hand and sweeped the lizard/gecko off the building. And there you have it, one dead lizard. It sort of jumped off when I swept it, whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for art we had to do cross-hatching. Victor's art is really really really really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114355232574945810?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114355232574945810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114355232574945810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114355232574945810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114355232574945810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-really-want-to-take-part-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114347409581273396</id><published>2006-03-27T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:41:36.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your words are like a loaded gun. Ready? Aim. Fire. &lt;br /&gt;Gunshot gunshot my unspoken words fall out from the gunshot gunshot.&lt;br /&gt;Stitch mend repair stitch mend repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never is a promise and I'll never need a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114347409581273396?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114347409581273396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114347409581273396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114347409581273396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114347409581273396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-words-are-like-loaded-gun.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114346839530828591</id><published>2006-03-27T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:06:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;Peggy, the red-nosed panda&lt;br /&gt;had a very shiny nose&lt;br /&gt;and if you ever saw it&lt;br /&gt;you would even say it glows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the other pandas&lt;br /&gt;used to laugh and call her names&lt;br /&gt;They never let poor Peggy&lt;br /&gt;play in any panda games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one foggy Christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;Anthea came to say:&lt;br /&gt;"Peggy with your nose so bright,&lt;br /&gt;won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114346839530828591?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114346839530828591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114346839530828591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114346839530828591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114346839530828591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/peggy-red-nosed-panda-had-very-shiny.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114344329184935391</id><published>2006-03-27T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:08:11.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;1989 says:&lt;/b&gt; when you reach my age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;1989 says:&lt;/b&gt; nothing else matters except the ache in your back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114344329184935391?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114344329184935391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114344329184935391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114344329184935391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114344329184935391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/1989-says-when-you-reach-my-age-1989.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114344137552630249</id><published>2006-03-27T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:36:15.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is one thing I, Anthea, cannot stand.. &lt;B&gt;Trendfollowers&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, so I know, "Gothic Lolitas" are really cool. And all the people are into it, wasting their money on the expensive get-ups to wear when they go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;But the sad thing is, most of them just follow the trend blindly, without knowing anything behind this "trend".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they claim that they're a gigantic-huge fan of the culture. Which makes me think, are you really that blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Come on, why can't you just be yourselves?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so wrong and so sinful just to be yourself, without letting the trends of Singapore control you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people desire to be accepted within the social community, but this isn't the right way. Wearing something that'll represent you as "one of the crowd" means absolutely nothing if you do not know about this "trend" you're following. You're just following the trend blindly. &lt;br /&gt;Be true. Be yourself. &lt;br /&gt;No matter how horrible you are, just be yourself. It's way better than putting on a mask and claiming that you really dig the "trend".&lt;br /&gt;Before the Gothic culture became "cool", people used to call themselves "punk", and dress up in odd plaid pants, and ties. And the people who claim to like "punk rock" didn't even know what punk rock was. Good Charlotte isn't punk rock, they're pop-punk. So please, get your facts right before you start calling yourself a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why follow a trend, when you know that someday, you'll get bored of it, and eventually leave it to rot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I want everyone to be themselves, and love themselves for who they are, not what image they try to put on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( p.s: I'm not Goth, neither am I a Punk. I am also, certainly not a Gothic &lt;B&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;ita. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114344137552630249?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114344137552630249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114344137552630249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114344137552630249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114344137552630249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-is-one-thing-i-anthea-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114334260799755286</id><published>2006-03-26T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:46:08.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brain checking in to remind myself never to pick up a pair of blue-handled craft scissors and attempt to cut chunks of hair away, especially at two in the morning. Maybe when there's no one at home, I'll use my brother's shaver to buzz the top. Psst I love buzzers &amp;hearts;. My hair's really irregular now, some parts are the length of my fingernails (which is really short since I don't keep fingernails ), and some part's one third the length of my index finger. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, I dislike the new shower head. I was going to say hate, but you know, hate is a very strong word. Haha, so anyway. When I use it, it feels like I'm under a waterfall. Really odd. Mom says my dad likes it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;Things to do today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Screw around with PS2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Whine about how depressed I am without a DS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Look for food in the fridge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Finish up the pile of homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Fix my hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114334260799755286?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114334260799755286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114334260799755286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114334260799755286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114334260799755286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114326908946188191</id><published>2006-03-25T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:44:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Why do people like discriminating homosexuals so much?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's my two cents about this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love between two people of the same gender is perfectly fine. It's still love, except it's not between a male and a female. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;One of the good things of homosexuality is; there won't be an increase in population since neither can reproduce.&lt;/b&gt; Thus, this means that abortions don't have to be performed, and innocent babies need not be killed.&lt;br /&gt;So you think it's gross. But if you think that's gross, have you seen &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mttu.com/abort-pics/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's the result when heterosexuals don't use condoms. A box of condoms probably cost around 5 bucks for a small pack, while abortion costs hundreds of dollars. With that amount of money used to remove a baby, you could purchase a hundred boxes of condoms! Fancy that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the downside is, if your partner has AIDs and doesn't use a condom, then.. That's really too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of sexual orientation, gender identity or gender expression, we're all still humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People only fear homosexuals, because they do not know anything about it. If you look deeper into it; it's the same as every boy-girl-relationship. The same happiness, the same obstacles faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, quit hating already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.dayofsilence.org/"&gt;Day of Silence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114326908946188191?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114326908946188191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114326908946188191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114326908946188191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114326908946188191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-do-people-like-discriminating.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114320015231610474</id><published>2006-03-24T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:58:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT SIZE=3&gt;&lt;B&gt;I &amp;hearts; SAINT HARRY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my G, honestly!&lt;br /&gt;I was stoning during SS and I randomly turned to the back annddd I saw Harry! At first I was like, "What?" Then I decided to go all stealthy and crawl to the back without Madam Wee seeing me.&lt;br /&gt;But I failed, she saw me right after I crawled onto the floor. Shucks! &lt;br /&gt;And my coins in my pocket fell out too, what the fridge!&lt;br /&gt;So after I got the candy, I ran past Madam Wee, waving the heart-shaped box around.&lt;br /&gt;She just looked at me weirdly. ..HEHEHE CANDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to tease Peggy with it, since she laughed at me during Valentines' Day. NEH NEHNI NEH NEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chapel, Sean and I were discussing about Heaven. And we pictured Heaven to have boutiques like LV, Gucci, and so on. And little clouds will come by with disco balls hanging on the ends. And.. He said Jesus might be wearing a Dior shirt, with a LV bag, and a little puppy in the bag. &lt;br /&gt;It was fun imagining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was alright! Before that, Calene, Peggy and I went to walk around B.Panjang Mall. I SAW RATS. RATS. RATS FOR SALE!&lt;br /&gt;.. I'm dying inside. -whines-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we went into the Game Shop because I wanted to check out the price of the DS. It's.. 299$ with games. ACK, I SAW ANIMAL CROSSING TOO! -screams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, China is &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://ehacked.com/wp-print.php?p=17&amp;page=1"&gt;wonderful&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114320015231610474?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114320015231610474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114320015231610474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114320015231610474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114320015231610474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-saint-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114311264716054764</id><published>2006-03-23T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:17:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sleepy. -frowns-&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be Friday. Sadly, I'm not really looking forward to it because there's SS and I've my math tuition at six. GAHHH. Ack, I haven't bought my SS books yet.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, it's been a week. I'm so lazy lazy lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy's a sad panda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114311264716054764?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114311264716054764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114311264716054764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114311264716054764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114311264716054764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-so-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114295295538953844</id><published>2006-03-21T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:55:55.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But all these thoughts are nonetheless more genuine than the pseudo thoughts your mind can register deny deny deny deny all the rest all the genuine my thoughts are not counterfeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stream of consciousness,&lt;br /&gt;Written non other than me. if you have no idea what stream of consciousness means, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.wikipedia.org"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt; it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114295295538953844?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114295295538953844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114295295538953844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114295295538953844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114295295538953844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/but-all-these-thoughts-are-nonetheless.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114294968357817826</id><published>2006-03-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:06:17.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sie schwimmt vorbei bemerkt mich nicht.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin ihr Schatten sie steht im Licht.&lt;br /&gt;Da ist keine Hoffnung und keine Zuversicht denn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Kann man nicht binden sind nicht verwandt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114294968357817826?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114294968357817826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114294968357817826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114294968357817826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114294968357817826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/sie-schwimmt-vorbei-bemerkt-mich-nicht.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114286035055364929</id><published>2006-03-20T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:12:30.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;And I'm drowning in your vanity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114286035055364929?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114286035055364929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114286035055364929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114286035055364929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114286035055364929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-im-drowning-in-your-vanity.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114276272327600320</id><published>2006-03-19T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:05:23.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I awoke at twelve this morning, wanted to go back for more sleep when my phone vibrated. It was Peggy! After a while of senseless rambling with her, we decided to meet up at MacDonald's to finish our holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;It rained heavily, ugh, BAD RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Then a bunch of american d0ods came, and we started talking about them. Again, senseless ramblings. And.. Joy called me! She wanted me to go meet her, as much as I wanted to, I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. What else.&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, we saw this guy with a shirt that said "PENIS" right behind the Pepsi logo. It was so gross. And he looked freaky too. &lt;br /&gt;Then when the rain stopped, we left to check out the fish shops. Peggy bought three fishes, and I got another betta. Then she said she'd take care of Scooter, so I let her have it. :D&lt;br /&gt;My dad picked us up, drove us home, and we split the bag of gravel we bought into two. And transferred the fishes over. My new fish's called Tucker. He's pretty, but he's kind of old. Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're monochrome delirious &lt;br /&gt;You're nothing that you seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Yes, I've resumed blogging. Let's see how long this would last, eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114276272327600320?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114276272327600320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114276272327600320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114276272327600320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114276272327600320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-awoke-at-twelve-this-morning-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114213652058779112</id><published>2006-03-12T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:08:41.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my oh my oh my oh my I &lt;B&gt;Must&lt;/b&gt; have the DS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;DS Overview:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dual screens.&lt;br /&gt;- Touch screen.&lt;br /&gt;- Wireless connection.&lt;br /&gt;- Battery enables six to ten hours of play. &lt;br /&gt;- Power-saving sleep mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. &lt;br /&gt;Once I get it I shall get.. Nintendogs, Animal Crossing: Wild World, Resident Evil: Deadly Silence and Castlevania.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114213652058779112?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114213652058779112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114213652058779112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114213652058779112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114213652058779112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-my-oh-my-oh-my-oh-my-i-must-have-ds.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114207645134141491</id><published>2006-03-11T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T19:27:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;the following post will offend you.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is to &lt;B&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt; who's been out of love. &lt;br /&gt;Okay so, you just got jilted and now you're really sad, and life is nothing but a deep dark abyss with ugly fish that occasionally nibble on your toes. My advice: &lt;B&gt;GET OVER IT&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. The person who jilted you probably doesn't even give a poop if you slit your wrists right now and die on your bathroom floor. Well if you do that anyway, you're just freaking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, go cry about it, but don't whine for 365 days. I'm sure people get tired of your whining, you just probably don't know it though. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all you turds have heard of this quote: &lt;b&gt;The grass is greener on the other side.&lt;/b&gt; Well it sure is greener on my side. And another quote: &lt;b&gt;There are plenty more fish in the sea.&lt;/b&gt; There are, and that's why China is able to bring in more fish for us to eat. SO JUST GO FISH, DAMNIT. And &lt;I&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; quote: &lt;b&gt;There are more trees in the forest.&lt;/b&gt; Bitches, of course there is. If there isn't, we'd all be dying from the lack of oxygen. Just because mister old oak tree is dying, doesn't mean you can cling onto his dying remains of a stupid tree and cry and whine. For the love of God, GET OVER IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is life. Everyone will be put through obstacles that they'll find hard, and they'd like to give up. Don't give up, just because a stinky worthless human ditches you for someone better, don't give up. Instead, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't think all relationships will come smoothly, and that your partner's your Prince Charming/Sleeping Beauty, because they damned right aren't your stupid faggot-y perfect fantasy come true. Don't get too attached, saying, &lt;B&gt;"OH DEAR GOD I LOVE SO-AND-SO, WE'RE GOING TO BE TOGETHER FOREVER!"&lt;/B&gt; Because you won't be. In teenage love relationships, hardly any couple gets to the point where the both of them walk down the aisle in fancy dresses, and put rings on their fingers. That's a rare chance, and I'm pretty sure my parents weren't each other's first loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I don't hate love, actually, I love love! I love all the pretty birdies and the little flowers. I just don't want to get involved with pointless relationships so soon. I want to keep my freedom, unlike you all who desperately want "a shoulder to lean on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in all, don't get too attached, for what's in your heart isn't "true love", it's only puppy love, and you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Puppy love always ends up at the SPCA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( When I mean SPCA, I mean you get abandoned. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114207645134141491?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114207645134141491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114207645134141491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114207645134141491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114207645134141491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/following-post-will-offend-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114190862567177023</id><published>2006-03-09T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:50:25.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I could reach out to Heaven, the first person I'd reach for is you.&lt;br /&gt;And we'd go to the park and feed the birds, and I'd watch as you drop your ice cream on the pavement, watching your face as you tried to pick it up, just because you didn't want to trouble the cleaners. I'd laugh at your failure, and you'd laugh along with me. Then we'd sit down and listen to Dresden Dolls like we always used to, and plan our futures, picturing it going smoothly, exactly the way we planned it to be. &lt;br /&gt;Picture perfect? &lt;br /&gt;I remembered you telling me about how the distance didn't matter, &lt;I&gt;'cause friendship transcended time and space&lt;/i&gt;. You told me about your secret wish to be a star in the sky, and now..&lt;br /&gt;So many things you missed out, so many things you wanted to do.. Everything gone in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;You're up there, while I'm down here, stuck knee-deep in dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's dark for good &lt;br /&gt;I never listen when I should&lt;br /&gt;You only see in black and white&lt;br /&gt;So go on back to your own kind&lt;br /&gt;And I'll go back to mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114190862567177023?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114190862567177023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114190862567177023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114190862567177023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114190862567177023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-i-could-reach-out-to-heaven-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114189474251493381</id><published>2006-03-09T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:59:02.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE MORE DAY TO THE HOLIDAYS. &lt;br /&gt;Still haven't gotten my Tank Girl DVD. &lt;br /&gt;Agh I want it so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Had five hours of math today, and a test at the end. I still hate math. &lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.. I should start sewing my pants soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114189474251493381?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114189474251493381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114189474251493381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114189474251493381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114189474251493381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-more-day-to-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114181567359529627</id><published>2006-03-08T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:10:06.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Father in Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you make guys? I NEVER LIKED THEM ANYWAY. All they do is break girls' hearts and gives them scabs around their left ventricle and stitches around their right atrium. &lt;br /&gt;Oh Father, what were you thinking when you made men? It's not like we girls need an extra bathroom labelled "Men". Pshaw, bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;Dear Father, for my birthday I would like a tank, a buzzer, and guns. And of course, I'd like the Earth to turn into a barren wasteland, so I can drive my tank around looking for water and food, and at the same time, I'll shoot all those stinky ass men down. Those men, when faced with disaster, will resort to raping, robbing and killing those with no ding-a-lings, but I will kill them all anyway.. Except my family of course.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna riot, lemme riot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love, your agnostic daughter on Earth,&lt;br /&gt;Anthea &amp;hearts;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: No I haven't had my heart broken, shut up you dumb fags. I AM MY OWN BOYFRIEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114181567359529627?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114181567359529627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114181567359529627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114181567359529627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114181567359529627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-father-in-heaven-why-did-you-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114180581550027555</id><published>2006-03-08T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:16:55.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh sweet banana tap dancing penguin on a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;peggy:&lt;/b&gt; i am going down to whisper to the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; whisper to the trees WO YAO NIAO NIAAOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;peggy:&lt;/b&gt; the trees whisper back, don't NIAO NIAO on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstanding in the morning over the english papers, Chong sure does have a way of explaining things.&lt;br /&gt;Got back Math results, Literature, Chemistry and English. Passed all except Math, as usual. Bunch of stupid careless mistakes though. Lim says the failures have to re-sit for the paper again. But the marks won't be counted.&lt;br /&gt;Had to present some weird thing for English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the day cheering Peggy up. &lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114180581550027555?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114180581550027555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114180581550027555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114180581550027555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114180581550027555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-sweet-banana-tap-dancing-penguin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114164690542006753</id><published>2006-03-06T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:08:25.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hurr. We had Biology all day today. Gosh that's enough to kill me. And I annoyed the hell out of Peggy and Calene with my fist. Taco-flavored kisses? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I hate enrichment week. I want the holidays NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from SouthPark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuh-ell yeah, and I'm sad, but at the same time I'm really happy that somethin' could make me feel that sad. It's like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin' really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I'm feelin' is like a, beautiful sadness. I guess that sounds stupid...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww I love that damned episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts are getting shorter and shorter, just like someone's skirt. :o&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so lazy to type a long one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114164690542006753?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114164690542006753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114164690542006753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114164690542006753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114164690542006753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/hurr.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114155435669913080</id><published>2006-03-05T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:25:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;Today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I went to Ikea with my parents. Bought my mirror and a cactus.. And some licorice. Talked to my dad about painting my room. I wanna paint my room neon-green with leopard prints. That'll be awesome-tastic. &lt;br /&gt;Neon green + Leopard prints = &amp;hearts; It'll probably take me ages, so I'll start on it during the march holidays. &lt;br /&gt;All I've been doing all day is watching South Park episodes on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;Saturday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Calene and Peggy. I was late by five minutes. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pennisula to get Calene's top. Peggy bought a My Chemical Romance tee too. Then we went to Far East, and the both of them took neoprints. I didn't want to take those neoprints, Calene tried dragging me, and while doing that I scraped my arm against her watch. IT HURT BADLY. ARRRR.&lt;br /&gt;I met Jess and donated to her.&lt;br /&gt;Then after all that hullabaloo, Calene met her friends, while Peggy and I went back to Pennisula to get my patches. After that, we went home. &lt;br /&gt;On the train, I consulted the oracle about my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Should I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Should I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Should I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Peggy:&lt;/b&gt; NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; GODDAMNIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114155435669913080?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114155435669913080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114155435669913080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114155435669913080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114155435669913080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-havent-blogged-in-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114129796336643035</id><published>2006-03-02T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:14:07.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;IF I FALL BACK DOWN.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO.. ODDLY HAPPY. &lt;br /&gt;The biology paper today was alright. One more paper to go and I'll be free!&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom that I felt like a bird locked in a cage and she told me to stop complaining. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so oddly happy I feel like hugging the sun. And no I haven't been talking to anyone, I JUST FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;I want more juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom's taking me to get my hair snipped off. Ugh, I have a serious problem with my hair.&lt;br /&gt; Every time it grows I'll cut it all off. &lt;br /&gt;Then I'll whine and wait for it to grow. &lt;br /&gt;Then when it grows I'll cut it all off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been contemplating on getting a chelsea-hawk, but I guess I shan't take the risk, and I'll just put my hair up in a fauxhawk. And cut the rest till it's short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I'm rambling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114129796336643035?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114129796336643035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114129796336643035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114129796336643035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114129796336643035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-i-fall-back-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114122119494407992</id><published>2006-03-01T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:53:14.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;My internet was down for days so I had no access to the internet. Well that's good, if it was up I'd be spending too much time on it instead of studying for my common tests.&lt;br /&gt;And yes I did study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like cutting my hair again. Gosh I gotta stop. My mom says I should get my hair cut. Months ago she was telling me to let my hair grow out. I reaaaaally want a pixie or something, but sheesh I'll probably get caught during every single hair check. But if I keep it long it'll be annoying and I don't really like long hair.&lt;br /&gt;And my dad and my brother are arguing over the stupid internet. I wish they would stop, it's so annoying and stupid. My brother's making assumptions that he thinks is right and my dad is nagging and nagging. GOOOOOSHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is still the best. : ) I can talk to her about whatever things but my mom is really against the stuff I say, but she makes a nice way of putting things. I LOVE MUM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my brothers would just get married and move out. Then everything would be conflict-free. Tsk tsk. Men are really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I've cleared things up and now I'm happy. YEAAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114122119494407992?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114122119494407992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114122119494407992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114122119494407992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114122119494407992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114094042876849390</id><published>2006-02-26T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:58:27.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;I hope you fail everything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be saying this, but I hope everything in your life turns out bad, stale, horrible and nasty for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS tomorrow but I haven't studied. Will do that later, without the computer in my face. And then maybe I'll watch some more television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I can hear the droplets of my life slowly dripping down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Drip, drip.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study &lt;B&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; hard for Biology, Chemistry, Math, Geography.. And brush up on my Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;All that to be accomplished.. I have no time. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not blaming anyone for it though; I'm such a horrible, vile procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;How can we who died to sin still live in it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114094042876849390?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114094042876849390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114094042876849390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114094042876849390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114094042876849390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hope-you-fail-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114076401896965880</id><published>2006-02-24T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:53:50.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I have nothing interesting to blog about, I'd like you to read story, titled &lt;i&gt;Snow White and the 7 Gregory Loh dwarves&lt;/i&gt;, invented by Daniel Tan Zhi An Kuku-Penguin-Berdangdang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt; once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt; in stinking toes town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt;there lived 7 dwarfs called GREGORY LOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt; there also lived a veh beautiful princess called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt; SNOW FUJI APPLE WHITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt; psst : fuji apple is her middle name , her mum is frm mt fuji japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt; so gregory wanted to flirt with snow white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt; he went over to her house n told her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt; CLIMATE . RELIEF . SOIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt; she slammed the door and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt; EDIOT ! . I TAKE HISTORY LUH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the haircheck didn't turn out to be a haircheck at all, more like a little speech. &lt;br /&gt;Miss Foo even played a song by Blue/Simon Webb. Gosh I hate Blue, but oh well. At least there wasn't a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, everyone was happy except the angsty hermit, Anthea. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114076401896965880?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114076401896965880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114076401896965880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114076401896965880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114076401896965880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/since-i-have-nothing-interesting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114070330264248538</id><published>2006-02-23T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:03:12.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;- perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/b&gt; HELLO CLASS .&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;-perfect for tabloids - says:&lt;/B&gt; I AM A MAN TRAPPED IN A WOMANS BODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that made me happier than I am today. That sentence. &lt;br /&gt;It's starting to feel like 2 years ago. Only now, the thing I'm missing is my shell. I'm going to crawl under another one now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114070330264248538?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114070330264248538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114070330264248538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114070330264248538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114070330264248538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/perfect-for-tabloids-says-hello-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114068563710277430</id><published>2006-02-23T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:12:35.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During Literature, Felicia and I discussed and laughed about a couple of shitheads (literally), we were &lt;I&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; mean but.. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I haven't seen eyecandy in a day! I think I'm dying from the lack of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was boring, and Daniel and I ran around like two tarantulas/penguins. We wanted to get drinks but the auntie wouldn't sell it to us, and the councillors didn't allow us to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chinese, Fong was telling us about gangs and gangmembers, and she told us about a gangmember getting his ear cut off, and a kind insane elderly man picked the ear up, wrapped it in tissue and gave it to the policeman. Ew gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim made me write 40 times &lt;B&gt;B+- (Square root B2 - 4ac) divided by 2a&lt;/b&gt; 40 times. Then Grace and Joy helped me when Lim tested me. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chemistry test killed me. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what else to write about.&lt;br /&gt;Le Tigre is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Hot topic is the way that we rhyme &lt;br /&gt;One step behind the drum style&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a spotcheck tomorrow. It's really pointless. &lt;br /&gt;We were allowed colored hairpins, but now we aren't. &lt;br /&gt;Hair shouldn't be too long, and it must be tied up neatly. &lt;br /&gt;This cannot, that cannot. &lt;br /&gt;Long hair's not allowed to be let down, short hair's that's touching the collar must be tied. &lt;br /&gt;What do they want? &lt;B&gt;We can't even go bald.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/B&gt; going to cut my bangs, excuse me I'm planning to let them grow to my chin. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh gosh. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's alright to be sent home, since it's Friday tomorrow. I guess I'd be doing better staying at home studying instead of sleeping in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114068563710277430?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114068563710277430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114068563710277430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114068563710277430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114068563710277430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/during-literature-felicia-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114051349649871788</id><published>2006-02-21T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:18:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Peggy went absolutely crazy in the morning, singing about eating worms. It was odd and everyone asked if she was okay. &lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Moulin Rouge again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;First, there is desire. Then, passion. Then, suspicion. Jealousy. Anger. Betrayal. When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust. Without trust, there can be no love. Jealousy, yes, jealousy will drive you mad. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, there's so many things I wanna do, but there's no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Terribly disheartened with so many things. Things that don't really need to be mentioned. I just wish &lt;I&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; could disappear. &lt;br /&gt;It's really quite surprising, how much hate I can contain for someone-- so many people.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how people change so quickly. And the sad thing is that they don't even know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114051349649871788?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114051349649871788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114051349649871788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114051349649871788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114051349649871788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114042101827912933</id><published>2006-02-20T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:15:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;Fading. Ever feel like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't look, it's killing me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E was less tiring than it usually would be; we had to do high-jumps instead of the insane running. &lt;br /&gt;Then Mrs Lim let us relax for Math. Something we hardly got for every Math lessons.. But during Chinese, it was the complete opposite. &lt;I&gt;Scream your lungs out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I enjoyed today was English and recess, as usual. &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Common tests in a week and I'm not prepared. I should be getting myself ready, but all I can do all day is procrastinate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get new earphones.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get new pens.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, in so many ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I just can't look, it's killing me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114042101827912933?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114042101827912933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114042101827912933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114042101827912933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114042101827912933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/fading.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114035288107003934</id><published>2006-02-19T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:41:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;And he opened his mouth in blasphemy against God, to blaspheme his name, and his tabernacle, and them that dwell in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any man have an ear, let him hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:&lt;br /&gt;And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.&lt;br /&gt;Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number [is] Six hundred threescore [and] six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114035288107003934?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114035288107003934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114035288107003934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114035288107003934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114035288107003934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-he-opened-his-mouth-in-blasphemy.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114033636209713822</id><published>2006-02-19T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:06:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday is boring as usual. There's school tomorrow, I have to go no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;But then there are the pros, the cons and the grey areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Pros:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I get to see my eyecandy. &amp;hearts;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Cons:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;- There's P.E.&lt;br /&gt;- There's Math.&lt;br /&gt;- Math is right after P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Grey Areas:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I haven't bought my SS book yet.&lt;br /&gt;- There's Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;- I haven't done my English assignment yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Well I guess the pros rock more than the cons. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't fight gravity on a planet that insists&lt;br /&gt;that love is like falling...&lt;br /&gt;and falling is like this...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114033636209713822?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114033636209713822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114033636209713822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114033636209713822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114033636209713822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunday-is-boring-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114027054914511740</id><published>2006-02-18T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:01:26.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dead tired. The carnival was boring, I forgot to bring my 80$ worth of tickets, ugh stupid me. &lt;br /&gt;Reached school at about 8 plus. Met Peggy. Then we waited for Mrs Lim, who didn't arrive until 12 minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;The entire Jumble Sale thing was set up an hour later, and we rang for Macs. They  missed out a bunch of things so we called again, and got them for free. Woop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept running away from the Jumble Sale with Daniel, Sean and Peggy.&lt;br /&gt;After we got bored, Peggy and I went to Calene's house. &lt;br /&gt;CALENE LIED TO ME! She told me she had a cat and I fell for it. GOSH. And it was named &lt;I&gt;Mi Mi&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyecandy is &lt;B&gt;ADORABLE&lt;/B&gt;. GAWSH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!&lt;br /&gt;Freezepop's &lt;I&gt;Stakeout&lt;/i&gt; perfectly describes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt; boys will come and boys will go&lt;br /&gt; tell me something I don't know&lt;br /&gt; I've seen you here before&lt;br /&gt; I want to see you more and more&lt;br /&gt; you get inside my head&lt;br /&gt; &lt;s&gt;I want you in my bed&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; from far away I check you out&lt;br /&gt; can't let you see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said.. &lt;B&gt;WHOA!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Sebastian so I hung out with him for awhile. I donated 4$ worth of ticket money to 4/2's stall, a bunch of 1$ worth of ticket money to some random lower secondary stalls, and 20$ worth of ticket money to 5/1's stall. We even tried counting the number of ______ in the school, but we lost count. Should be about a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114027054914511740?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114027054914511740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114027054914511740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114027054914511740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114027054914511740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-dead-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-114008260292194278</id><published>2006-02-16T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T17:36:42.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M IN A BAAANDDD.&lt;br /&gt;Called the Killer Raisins.&lt;br /&gt;With Daniel, Pelyn, Sislia, Sean, Peggy and Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be playing a rainbow-crocodile xylophone.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel will be playing this electric guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Pelyn will be playing the timer &amp;&amp; plastic grenades.&lt;br /&gt;Sislia is the drummer, she'll be blasting two toy handguns.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas is the Aussie-hunter with a rifle and a koala.&lt;br /&gt;Peggy is the Manager, and Sean is the Director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy, yes I know. Daniel &amp;&amp; I are the founders. HAHAHA. We performed for the entire staffroom, the canteen population and the street-soccer court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be performing again, tomorrow and during the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;XD Woop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-114008260292194278?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/114008260292194278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=114008260292194278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114008260292194278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/114008260292194278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-in-baaanddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113992099162383199</id><published>2006-02-14T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:43:11.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He won't be leaving so soon. Yes, He will cling on to me until He decides it is time to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Go. A word made out of two alphabets, G so close to O yet so far away.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me that He is One with Them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;In the city of Cerise Nor Rut, the six will be the completion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113992099162383199?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113992099162383199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113992099162383199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113992099162383199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113992099162383199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/he-wont-be-leaving-so-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113975405630547924</id><published>2006-02-12T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:20:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've realized that I do not really know myself, and what I want of myself. So if you'd like to help, please click this: &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Anthea"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and help me out. &lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know what you think of me. It's so weird, it's kind of like I'm stuck in someone else's body, gah.&lt;br /&gt;You can choose not to leave your name, it's fine with me. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school and P.E tomorrow, right after P.E is Math. Ugh gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113975405630547924?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113975405630547924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113975405630547924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113975405630547924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113975405630547924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-realized-that-i-do-not-really-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113955770196459239</id><published>2006-02-10T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T15:48:21.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No. No. No more homework.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually completing my homework that I neglected for the computer these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, they stack ontop of each other, mate and form the Killer Mountain of Homework.&lt;br /&gt;And my goal is to finish them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering &lt;B&gt;why&lt;/b&gt; I'm actually doing all my crap today, it's because I don't want to go for tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my plan works. I have nothing to do in tuition anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. School is hardly fun though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, Sis.Wati gave me a hug. &lt;br /&gt;And Pel said I came back after &lt;I&gt;3 million years&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Art, Pelyn and I "dyed" Daniel's hair white.. With correction fluid.&lt;br /&gt;We tried washing it off, but it wouldn't come off, so we decided to wax his hair instead. We're such nice people.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Peggy laughed till she had a headache. Sat around during recess thinking if so-and-so would have panadol to cure Peggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have Chinese today! I'm so glad, I haven't completed my Chinese letter yet, so I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;The class went outside the Art Rooms and screwed around with the Carnival banners. &lt;br /&gt;They look good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers and shirt are splattered with paint. Woop.&lt;br /&gt;Calene &amp; Peggy are going out tomorrow but I'm too lazy and tired to join them. &lt;br /&gt;I've been going towning every week, I'm starting to get quite sick of town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113955770196459239?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113955770196459239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113955770196459239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113955770196459239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113955770196459239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113949304450692062</id><published>2006-02-09T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:50:44.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm doing my Chinese composition now. It's an affirmation to a bus company, awarding a certain bus driver 'cause he's been polite/friendly/nice to the passengers, also known as &lt;B&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel weird when I have to address myself in the letter, it's like a little purple bird introducing itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Hello Bus Company, my name is Little Purple Bird... .. etc. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke, my name &lt;B&gt;IS&lt;/B&gt; Purple Bird in chinese. But not bird. Swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=5&gt;XIAO YAN ZI~&amp;hearts; -fans self-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113949304450692062?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113949304450692062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113949304450692062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113949304450692062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113949304450692062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-doing-my-chinese-composition-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113940510709602393</id><published>2006-02-08T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:25:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I skipped school again. Bad stomach, bad. &lt;br /&gt; Hurrr I failed my Geog test. I studied for it too, dammit. My stomach still is treating me badly. I thought I was alright this morning so I stuffed myself with candy and potato chips. Obviously a wrong move, 'cause I puked everything out shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I haven't done my Lit essays. Gosh, I'm so lazy. I promised myself I'd get them done by today, but I ended up watching Memoirs of a Geisha on the tellybox. Hooray for pirated DVDs. I'm such a freaking lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So when I got my ass online, I was popped with several IMs on MSN. The most recurring one was, "The metalchick is absent! I'm going to go buy 4D now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How mean :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;&amp; I haven't been doing alot today. My usual routine; Get up, brush my teeth, listen to my entire playlist, and do other stuff in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hurr. For lunch I had alphabet soup &amp; tomato soup. Then for tea-time I had a cup of yogurt. And for dinner I had rice &amp; tomato soup. Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My stomach can't handle all these food. But I like foooooodddd.&lt;br /&gt; I wanna eat Long John's. And.. Yoshinoya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113940510709602393?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113940510709602393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113940510709602393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113940510709602393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113940510709602393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-skipped-school-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113931244683288366</id><published>2006-02-07T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:40:46.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess the only thing about being sick is that I get to skip school. But the constant puking and the head-throbbing really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for ditching Peggy. Couldn't sleep at all last night, kept waking up to my annoying tummy grumbles and the sad urges to throw my guts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I puke I'll always end up sobbing, cause really, I hate throwing up. I've been throwing up huge amounts of stomach acid, foam, water, and basically everything that went down my oesophagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outing with Calene and Peggy on Sunday was fun but tiring. We went to Pennisula twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday, I didn't know I'd be sick. I just took a short nap on my parent's bed and I woke up feeling terribly sick. I guess I got my sickness from my dad, he was having the bad bad bad stomach flu a couple of days before I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113931244683288366?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113931244683288366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113931244683288366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113931244683288366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113931244683288366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-guess-only-thing-about-being-sick-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113895366870133117</id><published>2006-02-03T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:01:08.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah wrote me a letter. &amp;hearts; On the front cover she pasted a photo of Ville and a drawing I did ages ago. And inside she put chocolates! And a photo of someone, for me to vandalize. I smile like this: &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face="wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapel today was interesting.. Well, sort of. And they mentioned Lazarus, which made me think of the song &lt;I&gt;Lazarus Heart&lt;/i&gt;. YAY VILLE. YAY 69 EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of interesting.. Chinese was interesting too! Madam Fong spoke about where she wanted to go after she passed, and she talked about building casinos in the Underworld, and hosting several holiday trips to Heaven. And she gave a very hilarious impersonation of two teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;B&gt;STILL&lt;/b&gt; haven't bought my SS books. Oh woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still the way I am. No improvements. But the occasional hyperactiveness helps. Mreh. I feel like I'm trapped in a large hole, trying to scramble out, but in the end I keep losing my grip on whatever I'm clinging tightly onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to sacrifice my 50$ for the H.I.M CD I've been wanting to buy for months. I hope it's still there. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need to get my hair dyed. Peggy has been telling me that the color's faded. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113895366870133117?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113895366870133117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113895366870133117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113895366870133117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113895366870133117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113887155652123249</id><published>2006-02-02T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:12:36.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a dream involving Ville, Ozzy Osbourne and I. I dreamt that I was friends/room-mates/a maid for Ville, and he lived with Ozzy. AND THEN. VILLE WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH OZZY OSBOURNE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... My dreams are really, really weird. But they house they/we lived in was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#%^#$^&amp;$% &lt;br /&gt;School was alright. I wrote a letter to Pel during Math, and she returned me another one. &lt;br /&gt;I passed Calene and Aisyah their letters, in big, big, big envelopes!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be writing a couple more, one for Peggy. And.. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd how I don't feel as upset as ten minutes ago once I see... &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, but it'll still be the same, 'cause I'll revert back to my moodless self. And then I'll be happy again for another five or less minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I hate math. I hate SS. I haven't even bought the books for SS and it's already been a month. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;All I want for myself is you, you, you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can keep on dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113887155652123249?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113887155652123249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113887155652123249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113887155652123249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113887155652123249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-dream-involving-ville-ozzy.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113878561261317060</id><published>2006-02-01T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T17:29:48.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find it really weird when I flip my hand over to check my homework, but then instead of seeing eligible scribbles i see washed out blue ink. Then I realize that my junk is actually in my badly designed handbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stole Nich's watch and he sort of went bonkers and tried to grab it back from me. Then we started violently poking each other with markers. I stabbed him with my sharp pen, and now I can't write with it anymore. &lt;I&gt;How would you like some fries with that retribution, Anthea?&lt;/i&gt; Damn, and that was a pretty fine pen. AND IT COST ME THREE DOLLARS TOO. And the english teacher thought my name was &lt;B&gt;ANGEL&lt;/B&gt;. That's pretty far away from my real name. &lt;br /&gt;During chinese I had this really dumb moodswing and I kept quiet until Chemistry. Then Peggy cheered me up. I smile like this: &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face="wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah, I love Calene. HAHA. She wrote me a letter! That was pretty unexpected and it made me happier. Once again, I smile like this: &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face="wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I frown again as I stare at the shitloads of homework I have to complete. And it's only Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;There's a Chem retest tomorrow, oh Ville! I need a break. Well not really, I don't. I DON'T NEED A VILLEDAMNED BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to go for tuition! AHHHHH LET ME OFF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113878561261317060?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113878561261317060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113878561261317060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113878561261317060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113878561261317060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-find-it-really-weird-when-i-flip-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113871048701912424</id><published>2006-01-31T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:28:07.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went on a shopping spree with Pelyn. Oh my Ville, I haven't been out shopping with her in months. First we went to Wisma to look for Pel's jacket, but in the end she settled on a maroon-pink wallet thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left to Pennisula!&lt;br /&gt;And I finally bought my &lt;I&gt;Little Apple Doll&lt;/i&gt;. The shopkeeper gave me a 10$ discount. Heh. There goes my new year cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y207/f4gg0t/mentis.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Isn't it lovely? Ching Chong thinks that it's scary. &lt;br /&gt;And we went to buy Harry's birthday stuff. I hope she'll like it. I tried caling her twice but she didn't pick up! Boo. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's re-opening tomorrow and I just realized that I have a Geography test! Oh crap. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y207/f4gg0t/mentis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113871048701912424?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113871048701912424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113871048701912424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113871048701912424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113871048701912424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-i-went-on-shopping-spree-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113854526340931477</id><published>2006-01-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:43:36.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I went visiting my mom's malaysian relatives today. &lt;br /&gt;And my brothers took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the photoblog, which is &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://terrorvision.blogspot.com"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be visiting my dad's relatives. The rich people. Gosh. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend my ang bao money! Shopping, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Ansen/Ching Chong! And he thinks that Ville is a girl! Oh my Ville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;ching chong:&lt;/b&gt; whose that in that picture of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; he's my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;ching chong:&lt;/b&gt; its a HE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;ching chong:&lt;/b&gt; OMG ITS A HE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;ching chong:&lt;/b&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; SCREW YOU HE'S SEXIER THAN YOUUUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;ching chong:&lt;/b&gt; dun screw me i alrdy all screw up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113854526340931477?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113854526340931477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113854526340931477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113854526340931477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113854526340931477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-i-went-visiting-my-moms-malaysian.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113845988279890905</id><published>2006-01-28T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:02:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I had my reunion dinner and I drew on my wall and I became an asshole and made Jess blog for me so now she's making me diss myself. I am stupid. I am an asshole. I jack pictures of H.I.M. I enjoy listening to Pop. I talk like Patrick from SpongeBob Squarepants. I pranced around in fields of marigold with Jess and we both screamed "I Love Rainbows!" while the yellow sun bathed us with peace and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was brought to you by Jess, along with the letter &lt;B&gt;F&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;I&gt;"Forced Slavery"&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;To my curious readers, this is Jess, my best friend ever since Primary Three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y207/f4gg0t/HAAHAHAHHAAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113845988279890905?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113845988279890905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113845988279890905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113845988279890905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113845988279890905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-i-had-my-reunion-dinner-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113836144247159302</id><published>2006-01-27T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:09:56.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Chinese New Year performance was super weird. Especially the choir. Hahahaha they were the highlight of the day. Morning humour! &lt;br /&gt;And we had to discuss ideas for our carnival stalls. Natasha decided on some weird thing.. I can't really remember everything about it, but it was some weird throwing thing. So Mrs Lim asked us to bring posters of celebrities. And I asked if I could bring posters of Marilyn Manson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her reaction:&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;MRS LIM:&lt;/B&gt; WHAT?! HE'S A FREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/B&gt; NOOOO HE'S NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;MRS LIM:&lt;/B&gt; Okay... I know.. He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;ME:&lt;/B&gt; NOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! But I love Mister Manson :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Peggy and Calene today, but Cal ditched us for her work. TSK! :x&lt;br /&gt;Peggy bought clothes. And we met Simon and his girlfriend! He called me a freak. And Calene said that she's bringing a spider ( me ) out for a walk. And I bought thigh-high socks! YAY ANOTHER PAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a spider! Then at Causeway, Peggy and I bought tickets for the I Not Stupid film. While waiting for the theatre to open we bumped into Alvin and his friends. Alvin called me a zebra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I met Taniel! Who called me a freak. He said that this is Singapore. And that I should dress like a Singaporean. @!@@$@%#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOVIE WAS GREAAAAAAAAAATTTT.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113836144247159302?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113836144247159302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113836144247159302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113836144247159302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113836144247159302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year-performance-was-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113827095518659398</id><published>2006-01-26T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T18:22:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today! TOOOODAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, Peggy, Nicholas and I went completely insane during English class. Singing Schnappi songs, running around and waving at people. Nicholas kept flicking everyone's foreheads. And running around with the gigantic milk bottle. Mister Soh didn't even ask us to shut up and sit down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll fail the Chinese test though. Oops Mdm Fong is going to have my head for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our class decorations are beautiful. Seriously. But Mdm Fong thinks the class committee part and the gravestones suck. OH WELL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't sold a single carnival ticket! I love Jess hello Jess!&lt;br /&gt;I hate Denise Keller. Bitch you bought the stockings I wanted to buy. Go to Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113827095518659398?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113827095518659398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113827095518659398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113827095518659398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113827095518659398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-tooooday-daniel-peggy-nicholas.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113818062573058870</id><published>2006-01-25T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:21:28.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. I got used to the late dismissal times already. I heard from Jing Si and Mohana that word got out to the teachers about the &lt;S&gt;petition&lt;/s&gt; suggestion form. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamini found the paper, and passed it to Rashna, who passed it to me. Now it's in my clutches. MINE! Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was okay. Aaron got sent to the corner of the class to sit forever, cause he turned around and gave a really horrible impersonation of a heavy metal band. There's a Geography test coming up. Gosh, too many tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a math test today, it was pretty easy. I hope I'll be able to scrape a pass this time. IF NOT. I'll just freak out and throw my books out of my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'll do such a thing to my lovely books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Literature test today. Mrs Logan decided to give us extra time tomorrow to complete the last question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Chemistry, right after Chinese, Daniel, Sean and I stood by the windows and waved madly at Madam Fong, who waved back and called us insane jailbirds. And we waved at alot of people, some waved back, some tried to look cool by ignoring our friendly waves. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was alright. We got to have lessons in the computer lab. Cold aiiiiirrrr. Pelyn conveniently doodled on my left arm. So I conveniently used her tissues and her water. And then Nadeen said something and I turned around and yanked his leg hair. He yelled, and the chemistry teacher laughed and said he deserved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that my brother's home. I asked him how to iron on my Slipknot patch. The patch that I had like, forever, but I never got the time to iron it onto my bag.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;BROTHER:&lt;/b&gt; You'll need something to put beneath it, ask mummy &lt;I&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; Oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;BROTHER:&lt;/b&gt; By the way, Slipknot is passe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; @!@$%#%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼From an empty room on the first floor, as the cars pass by the liquor store says:&lt;br /&gt;my skirt did a marilyn monroe when i walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I love Jessss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113818062573058870?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113818062573058870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113818062573058870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113818062573058870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113818062573058870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113809625949663407</id><published>2006-01-24T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:50:59.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today the china guy walked out of the class during Art. And the teacher was rather frustrated over it. She asked Guan Lin to try convince him to change.. She repeated that twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Soh was absent today. Funny, I saw him this morning. Oh my Ville, I have so many tests coming up. &lt;I&gt;Test&lt;/i&gt;icide, anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Math, Ville, you have no idea. I wish I could ace maths without actually doing anything. Gosh I'm such a lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love recess. I love it love it love it love it love it. Deryck is getting married to Avril! Someone kill Avril please. When I saw the picture of them sucking each other's face out this afternoon during recess, I freaked out completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you all know I'm forever loyal to my Ville. ~&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I found the picture of the tattoo Bam and Ville have on their bellies. It's going to be on mine soon. Soon as in, five years time. That's not really &lt;i&gt;soon&lt;/i&gt;, is it? Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still listening to HIM. Ever since I found them, I never failed to listen to Ville serenade &lt;I&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; everyday. And I found a pair of Heartagram shoes online, I'm convincing my mom to let me get them. She's allowed me to, the only sad thing is that she doesn't have a credit card. I'll have to talk to my dad. If I can't get it, I'll get the belt instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113809625949663407?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113809625949663407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113809625949663407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113809625949663407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113809625949663407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-china-guy-walked-out-of-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113800802618572285</id><published>2006-01-23T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:20:26.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my Ville. I'm in love with the song Poison Girl. By HIM, of course. It's been playing in my head ever since I left the house this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt; I did it all just for her&lt;br /&gt; I did it all just for her&lt;br /&gt; And love's heart is death&lt;br /&gt; For me and my poison girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really bad dizzy spell this morning during assembly, I didn't want to plop on the floor so I just resisted the horrible feeling. My vision kept fading out, and my stomach was knotting itself into devil's tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I skipped PE. I hate PE like I hate.. Limp Bizkit. During SS, I drew a multi-racial PAP Mickey Mouse. I'll take a picture of it soon and put it up here, if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom saw my doll, and she thought it was satanic. Cause I scribbled HIM lyrics all over the limbs and body of the doll, and drew a heartagram where the doll's heart should be. But I told her it wasn't, of course. She read  the lyrics to &lt;I&gt;"Hands of God"&lt;/i&gt; on the doll, and it mentioned the devil. So yeah. Shazzam. I'm not satanic, don't be duuuuuummmbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad found the "divorce" letter I wrote to Peggy while I was bored during lessontime. We had a good laugh. HAHAHAHA. I wanted to throw it away but I forgot. He showed it to my mom, but when he saw me coming he hastily tried to hide it. But I recognised it and I laughed. &lt;br /&gt;I laughed all the way from the lobby to the lift, to my doorstep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113800802618572285?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113800802618572285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113800802618572285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113800802618572285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113800802618572285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-my-ville.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113789605061089826</id><published>2006-01-22T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T10:14:10.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WENT OUT WITH JESS.&lt;br /&gt;She dragged me into Forever 21. If you knew me you'd know that I hate that place. Damned lights and icky people. &lt;br /&gt;I complained alot, and she dragged me out to Famous Amos to get cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies = Sugar.&lt;br /&gt;When Anthea has sugar, she shuts up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after making 490309643 rounds around Forever 21, we left. &lt;br /&gt;Empty-handed.&lt;br /&gt;@#!$#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked around Orchard, and I got a bottle of free coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke = Sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Anthea + Sugar = HIIIIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept bugging Jess as we walked through Takashimaya. She was pissed. I think. OH WELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met Jakin for like.. 10 seconds. :X&lt;br /&gt;Walking to Lucky Plaza took us 15 minutes of our life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE SAT ON THE TRAIN. And went home. Duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113789605061089826?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113789605061089826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113789605061089826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113789605061089826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113789605061089826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-went-out-with-jess.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113775291404644441</id><published>2006-01-20T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T22:59:39.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's finally Friday! :D&lt;br /&gt;But soon it will be Saturday, then it will be Sunday, then.. I'll have to go back to school once again. And wait for another Friday to approach, skipping daintily on its toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went out with my mom, and I bumped into Daniel, Samuel and Adriel. &lt;br /&gt;Oh how wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;My mom asked me to take her to the Gothic Lolita store at Bugis, but unfortunately it was.. Closed? &lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Then we walked to the tattoo parlour and stared pictures of tattoo-ed arms. &lt;br /&gt;I tried to get her to buy me a SlipKnot and Rammstein shirt, but I couldn't persuade her to get then.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay though, I'll hop over to Pennisula pretty soon and grab either a HIM one, or a Rammstein one, or a SlipKnot one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw the Nightmare Before Christmas pushcart store that Pelyn was mourning about when it left Plaza Singapura. The prices of the stuff are still expensive, eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother bought another computer. It's pretty good-looking but I still prefer my Mac! -clings to it-&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking it's still the holidays. Damn. I really need to get off my lazy ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a stinky procrastinator.. And that's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[EDIT:]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Jess. SHE IS RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;jess:&lt;/b&gt; i don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;jess:&lt;/b&gt; maybe he's talking about football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;jess:&lt;/b&gt; and his relationship with his balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;jess:&lt;/b&gt; the kicking ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;jess:&lt;/b&gt; i mean the ones he kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm going towning with her tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;[/EDIT:]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113775291404644441?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113775291404644441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113775291404644441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113775291404644441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113775291404644441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-finally-friday-d-but-soon-it-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113766241484855834</id><published>2006-01-19T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T17:20:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm, a girl lost the &lt;S&gt;petition&lt;/s&gt; suggestion form, along with the signatures on it. Oh well. I'm not blaming her, I'm not the slightest bit mad. Quote Peggy; It's a sign not to pass the paper up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm starting to get quite used to the dismissal time too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Biology, my notebook got hijacked by Alvin. I didn't know until he told me during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you, my notebook in all it's hijacked glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y207/f4gg0t/hijacked.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new girl in my class! She's from China and she's really nice. I can't remember her name though; but I walked with her to the front gate after school today. She's really friendly, I think if I were her, walking with some weirdo, I'd keep quiet all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during Chemistry, I got bored and made a little thing that I dubbed, &lt;I&gt;The Molecule Rabbit&lt;/i&gt;. It was made off my sweaty wet-wipes that I happily stole from Peggy. I showed my Chemistry teacher and she said that I must have been really stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y207/f4gg0t/moleculerabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like him, he teaches everything and anything about molecules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joycelyn called me! She's in Woodlands now.. Too bad I can't meet her, I'm lazy. :X &lt;br /&gt;And she's with her boyfriend anyway. If I invited myself it'd be kinda extra. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113766241484855834?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113766241484855834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113766241484855834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113766241484855834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113766241484855834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/hm-girl-lost-petition-suggestion-form.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113759261854459902</id><published>2006-01-18T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:01:54.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zoning out in class during English and Chemistry comes out with bad consequences. Oops. &lt;br /&gt;Man, I guess I really gotta get those &lt;I&gt;"Stay-On-Earth"&lt;/i&gt; insurances. &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to pay attention in Math class! And it's working.&lt;br /&gt;And! I made a mistake, Calene's birthday's actually.. A month later. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to rain again. Not that I don't like the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge thank you to the people that signed the suggestion form. &lt;br /&gt;Please note, it's not a petition, it's not a form of rebellion. It's just a darn suggestion. We're not going to start riots and strikes. I don't start trouble! It's only a &lt;I&gt;suggestion&lt;/i&gt;. Not a petition.&lt;br /&gt;SO, I REPEAT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;THE FORM PASSED AROUND WASN'T A PETITION OF ANY SORT. IT'S JUST A SUGGESTION.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if the school overlooks it, I won't kick a big fuss over it. I just thought it'd be okay for some students to step out and voice their suggestions. &lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get into deep shit for it; I mean, it's not a silly petition about witnessing a guy beating the crap out of another, it's a &lt;B&gt;SUGGESTION&lt;/b&gt; to dismiss us earlier. A suggestion. &lt;br /&gt;That will probably be put into the Suggestion Box, or passed to the Principal/Vice Principal myself. &lt;br /&gt;I heard Piradeep's girlfriend is going to pass it to her, tomorrow I shall speak to Rashna about it.. Cause I think it'll be more sincere if the person who came up with it handed it up. Asking someone else to hand it up is rather cowardly. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jess, I hope you're reading this. &lt;br /&gt;Here, Jess! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y207/f4gg0t/Jeffreehighschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113759261854459902?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113759261854459902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113759261854459902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113759261854459902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113759261854459902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/zoning-out-in-class-during-english-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113749649444833852</id><published>2006-01-17T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:14:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No math today! You can't imagine my happiness. &lt;br /&gt;No math! &lt;br /&gt;But then for Geography, I was told that I actually belonged to the other class instead of the class I usually went to. &lt;br /&gt;But the Geography lesson was really boring. I zoned out more than three times, Simon kept throwing staple bullets at me, and it stuck there, and at the end of the lesson I scribbled all over Melvin's writing paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after school it rained badly, so I rang my dad up to come pick Peggy and I up. &lt;br /&gt;While waiting for my dad to pick me up, Mohan Joel came over and talked to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;JOEL:&lt;/b&gt; Your hair's not rainbow.. It's SUPER-RAINBOW!&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad came and picked us up. We went to MacDonald's to study Math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113749649444833852?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113749649444833852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113749649444833852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113749649444833852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113749649444833852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-math-today-you-cant-imagine-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113741579146270721</id><published>2006-01-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:08:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kept drifting off to Zathura during Math lessons. Hasheesh I really need to buy a &lt;I&gt;"Stay-On-Earth"&lt;/i&gt; insurance or something. &lt;br /&gt;And then to relieve imaginary stress I sat on a tree, and a lady passing by asked if I was a faerie. &lt;br /&gt;WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I bought strawberry toothpaste. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Uh and Nerds but I finished them in fifteen minutes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get my butt down to town this Friday, with Peg. Present shopping &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;. &lt;br /&gt;Plus I wanna get tights. &lt;br /&gt;Not monochrome tights, by the way. &lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me not too long ago if I came out from a black-and-white television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Saturday, it's Calene's birthday! :D &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. Eight days later, it's Chinese New Year which means: cash and holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. What else to rant about.. Subcultures?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you wanna be goth/punk/prep/loser/japanese, then just &lt;B&gt;BE&lt;/B&gt; one. Don't just go around creating your own labels and labelling yourself, that's just.. Weird! And don't whine about someone else cause they just wanna fit in right. It's their choice! I don't &lt;S&gt;really&lt;/s&gt; care. We're all still humans, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of styles, Singapore's style system is rather screwed. &lt;br /&gt;Go back to Jumanji, cornflabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore needs a.. Rainbow Revolution! One smile can make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;... I sound like a hippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAIIINBOWWSSSSS &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Carbon monoxide&lt;br /&gt;Soon we'll go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;No one will notice we're gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause we don't have a job to keep&lt;br /&gt;They'll just say that we're being lazy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113741579146270721?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113741579146270721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113741579146270721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113741579146270721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113741579146270721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-kept-drifting-off-to-zathura-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113732187813698540</id><published>2006-01-15T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:47:43.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout! Got tired of the old frames one. But still, Ville Valo. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to start on my Chinese composition, plus I dunno what to write. Greaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a Dragonfly flew into the house by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ghostrequiem.com/dragonfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it pretty? &lt;br /&gt;Mm yes it is. Mom said it had been in since morning. &lt;br /&gt;I let it go. &lt;br /&gt;Before it flew off, it landed on my knuckle. Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I proceeded to wake my sleeping &lt;S&gt;beauty&lt;/s&gt; dog up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ghostrequiem.com/ledog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog loves me! No, really. She does. Honest! &lt;br /&gt;Then.. My mom found three fleas on her. Which makes me wonder if I have fleas. Oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113732187813698540?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113732187813698540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113732187813698540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113732187813698540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113732187813698540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-layout-got-tired-of-old-frames-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113723898539677068</id><published>2006-01-14T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:44:08.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm hyper! Went out today. &lt;br /&gt;I met Jakin! She's so nice and cute. Her friend said I look dangerous. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Then on my way home I bumped into Joy and her boyfriend ( WHO SHE DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT ) in the train. We were actually in the same train. How cool is that! Her platforms are too high. Haha! I kept telling her that. And she kept telling me that I was really colorful. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she's home. TSKTSK SHE DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT HER BOYFRIEND. SO NICE RIGHT? Haha. So I left while she was paying up, and I walked to 7-11, grabbed Red Bull drinks and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaayy I love everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113723898539677068?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113723898539677068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113723898539677068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113723898539677068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113723898539677068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-hyper-went-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113714372441494145</id><published>2006-01-13T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:25:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was.. Alright. We had two free periods during Art, cause Miss Whitney was absent.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the two hours chatting away. It really feels like the holidays, haha. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;And mother tongue was not bad at all. Whee. &lt;br /&gt;Went to Causeway Point after school, I saw &lt;B&gt;HARRIET&lt;/B&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;I love fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Pantera was played on MTV. Oh no... Screw you, MTV. I expect to see a bunch of posers walking around with Pantera tees going, "PANTERA RAWKKZZZZ!!" Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113714372441494145?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113714372441494145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113714372441494145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113714372441494145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113714372441494145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113705616499976357</id><published>2006-01-12T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:07:23.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People change, people change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so "fetch" to talk like blondies from a movie! And it's also so "fetch" to ditch your pals! Oh wait, they &lt;B&gt;AREN'T&lt;/b&gt; your pals anymore because you ditched them in the first place. Nobody likes plastics, but I guess like magnets, plastic and plastic attracts! So much for friends forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for deciding to change. You &lt;B&gt;Did&lt;/b&gt; change, but for the worse, now you've become a plastic, a fake, a cheshire, and instead of becoming less sensitive, you've become more insensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's cool with me, I want nothing to do with you anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113705616499976357?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113705616499976357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113705616499976357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113705616499976357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113705616499976357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/people-change-people-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113698072295819546</id><published>2006-01-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:05:17.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY SHIT! PAN'S LABYRINTH IS COMING OUT!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GODD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;For all you gothic-horror fans, it's a movie you MUST watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deltorofilms.com/pantrailer/pan_teaser_hi.mov"&gt;click here to view trailer!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit I'm so psyched.. It's almost similar to the story I'm working on. In fact! I'm going to go write now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113698072295819546?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113698072295819546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113698072295819546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113698072295819546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113698072295819546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/holy-shit-pans-labyrinth-is-coming-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113688885213135337</id><published>2006-01-10T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:58:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really should be doing my Geography homework. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;My mom got me a rainbow skirt. It's so colorful and glittery and... raaaainbows. -reaches out-&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go towning today. But argh, damn you rain. It's been raining for a couple of days in a row already. All this rain is making me sick.&lt;br /&gt;So instead of going out with my friends, my folks took me out to have sushi, with my veryveryvery annoying older brother.&lt;br /&gt;Then after having sushi he left, and we drove off to some mall.. I can't remember where. My memory is wonderful, yes I know. The mall's pretty big.. And while having dessert at the foodcourt I discussed my future with my parents. Yes I know it kind of sounds corny, but it went well. They're okay with what I have in mind.. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what I did to my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://ghostrequiem.com/DREADLOX.jpg"&gt;click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113688885213135337?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113688885213135337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113688885213135337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113688885213135337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113688885213135337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-really-should-be-doing-my-geography.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113681051283421389</id><published>2006-01-09T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:05:22.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we witness the unveiling. &lt;br /&gt;The facade you've been hiding behind has been seen through, are we all ulcers to you?&lt;br /&gt;Between the shattered kaleidoscopic pieces lies the minotaur.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be slain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the body of the Minotaur sits the Medusa, hair of serpents with vile tongues of acid.&lt;br /&gt;The mirror will annihilate you, my beloved Medusa! &lt;br /&gt;Your narcissism is your misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Minotaur and the Medusa, my beloved adversaries.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, beloved adversaries. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyrighted. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;...Dahlia won't show her face to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113681051283421389?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113681051283421389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113681051283421389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113681051283421389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113681051283421389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-we-witness-unveiling.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18263872.post-113671522843160356</id><published>2006-01-08T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T18:13:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I got bored while doing my Chinese homework and I decided to do some DIY to my pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ghostrequiem.com/pants.jpg"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I know. It's why you should never leave Anthea bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18263872-113671522843160356?l=tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/feeds/113671522843160356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18263872&amp;postID=113671522843160356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113671522843160356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18263872/posts/default/113671522843160356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tranquilitywithbrokenknees.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-i-got-bored-while-doing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo-Thea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_290X1FbRNyE/R8B3nqLtdUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFSUVxZrtIk/S220/IMG_59871.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
