<?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-2844356190358473540</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:00:45.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen-myheart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>281</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2635045200335098455</id><published>2007-04-20T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:43:36.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkin Park - What I've Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8sgycukafqQ' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8sgycukafqQ'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2635045200335098455?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2635045200335098455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2635045200335098455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2635045200335098455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2635045200335098455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/linkin-park-what-i-done.html' title='Linkin Park - What I&amp;#39;ve Done'/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3160422184097149137</id><published>2007-04-20T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:23:53.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just tell me which way you like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3160422184097149137?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3160422184097149137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3160422184097149137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3160422184097149137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3160422184097149137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-tell-me-which-way-you-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2374861877422974307</id><published>2007-04-17T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:44:07.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BULLSHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2374861877422974307?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2374861877422974307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2374861877422974307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2374861877422974307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2374861877422974307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/bullshit.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6048057689909547063</id><published>2007-04-15T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:32:05.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Please take a look at yourself before labelling me/others. I just can't tolerate people like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend! I know how sad you are. I've been through the exact same feeling but that was donkey years ago when I wasn't old enough to really understand how it breaks the heart. Now we're older, you're older, you know these things are just part and parcels of life. Like what you've said, it'll take time. I understand, and I hope you'll cheer up soon and be the bubbly Cordelia I know. I'm sorry I didn't answer the first call you made to me. I love you, see you soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6048057689909547063?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6048057689909547063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6048057689909547063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6048057689909547063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6048057689909547063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/please-take-look-at-yourself-before.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3930529333852668550</id><published>2007-04-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:20:28.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This close&lt;/strong&gt;, to finishing that skin.&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh, fcuk it. Fcuk it hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about it. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3930529333852668550?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3930529333852668550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3930529333852668550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3930529333852668550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3930529333852668550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-close-to-finishing-that-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-1163103906516913136</id><published>2007-04-14T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:01:25.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-1163103906516913136?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1163103906516913136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=1163103906516913136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1163103906516913136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1163103906516913136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-personality-is-very-rare-infp-your.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6522172515815350414</id><published>2007-04-13T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T14:31:02.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet Friday the thirteenth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6522172515815350414?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6522172515815350414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6522172515815350414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6522172515815350414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6522172515815350414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweet-friday-thirteenth.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-4589752504922577848</id><published>2007-04-07T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T16:11:17.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girl, you've got what you deserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-4589752504922577848?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4589752504922577848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=4589752504922577848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4589752504922577848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4589752504922577848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/girl-youve-got-what-you-deserved.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-8954251637151866903</id><published>2007-04-05T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:23:14.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look at you with such disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Get those words into your head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-8954251637151866903?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8954251637151866903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=8954251637151866903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8954251637151866903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8954251637151866903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-look-at-you-with-such-disdain.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6959162606234336898</id><published>2007-04-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:27:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life's great! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one sad thing, I let me nose piercing close. HAHAHAHA. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6959162606234336898?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6959162606234336898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6959162606234336898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6959162606234336898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6959162606234336898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/lifes-great-d-but-one-sad-thing-i-let.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-594208346806397717</id><published>2007-04-01T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:36:50.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed the skin. Relinked &lt;strong&gt;Affair&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, gotta go. Having training later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-594208346806397717?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/594208346806397717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=594208346806397717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/594208346806397717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/594208346806397717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/changed-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-5062817309346620266</id><published>2007-03-31T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:10:52.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya! It's been quite awhile since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week's  been alright. School and everything. Mid-year's coming and I noticed that I haven't started anything at all. Time really flies and soon it would be O's already.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to feel the pressure and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating as often as the past already. I can't find the motivation to study. I seriously need to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;And I would prefer to keep some stuff to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-5062817309346620266?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5062817309346620266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=5062817309346620266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5062817309346620266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5062817309346620266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/heya-its-been-quite-awhile-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6917420130995846751</id><published>2007-03-27T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:34:30.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little update before I start on my art stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously lacking behind. I haven't started on my O'level prep work yet and I still have no idea what to draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; sent some notes to me online. Haven't been concentrating in class, feeling very sleepy. I need more sleep!&lt;br /&gt;And I found my social studies books! They were under my bed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I like my new tan anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're like, so whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6917420130995846751?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6917420130995846751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6917420130995846751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6917420130995846751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6917420130995846751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-update-before-i-start-on-my-art_27.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-1702472908519224996</id><published>2007-03-25T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:55:21.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training's at 4 later. Whee. 2 hours again. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed I'm quite a heavy sleeper nowadays. I used to be able to be woken up by the slightest sound that I could hear. LOL. But now, not that light already. Which isn't that good. What if the house burns down and I'm still sleeping? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to leave everything in the past and move on with life. I don't think he got the message that I was trying to deliver to him. He'll get it sooner or later. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleting my blog soon, because I don't deserve to remember these memories. And maybe start concentrating on O's already.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-1702472908519224996?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1702472908519224996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=1702472908519224996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1702472908519224996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1702472908519224996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-world-trainings-at-4-later.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-4133208178633778212</id><published>2007-03-24T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T16:26:52.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know &lt;strong&gt;Wentworth Miller&lt;/strong&gt; was in the music video of &lt;strong&gt;We Belong Together&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/strong&gt; until I read LIME just now. Haha. So I went to check out the video over at Youtube and there he was. I can't believe I was so blind to not notice it in the past. Hahaha. Oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;Wentworth Miller&lt;/strong&gt; is so handsome that I would lick cows' balls for him. LOL, just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; at 9 this morning and headed down to OCC. Didn't really swim, just slacked in the pool and I got really tanned. This is so stupid. So went to change and sat down at the bench and tanned. The sun was really hot. Couldn't take it much longer so went to shower and had lunch there.&lt;br /&gt;Left OCC and went to watch a movie at Northpoint. Watched &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Bean's Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;. I tell you, that show is damn funny. Wanted to watch&lt;strong&gt; Blood and Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; but they didn't have the show. ): So sad. Maybe I'll have to wait for the VCD to come out.&lt;br /&gt;I took a photo of a guy who was tanning beside me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 463px; HEIGHT: 358px" height="591" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y60/underscores/guy.jpg" width="463" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the bus. I thought I boarded 856, but boarded 800. Stupid lah, I wasted almost half an hour just to get back to the interchange. Sigh sigh, I can't believe I was that stupid. It's the first time I boarded the wrong bus. Got back to the interchange and took the right bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, k. I don't know what else to blog already. Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-4133208178633778212?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4133208178633778212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=4133208178633778212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4133208178633778212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4133208178633778212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-didnt-know-wentworth-miller-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-7201735878263882335</id><published>2007-03-23T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:58:33.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to the same song I intro-ed you guys to - &lt;strong&gt;Don't Wanna Lose You Now&lt;/strong&gt; by&lt;strong&gt; Backstreet Boys&lt;/strong&gt;. Getting all emo again. Ah well, forget about it. Shall switch to some better songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting&lt;strong&gt; Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow at 9 for a swimming and tanning session! Whee, feeling all fat and stuff. I want to lose my extra flabs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, listen to&lt;strong&gt; Sexy Love&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/strong&gt; okay! Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sexy love&lt;br /&gt;So sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up&lt;br /&gt;With just one touch and I erupt&lt;br /&gt;Like a volcano and cover her with my love&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl you make me say (Oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't think&lt;br /&gt;Of anything else I'd rather do&lt;br /&gt;Than to hear you sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing my name the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Oh when we do our thing (When we do the things we do)&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl you make me sing (Oh oh oh) (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Sexy love&lt;br /&gt;Girl the things you do (Oh baby baby)&lt;br /&gt;Keep me sprung&lt;br /&gt;Keep me runnin' back to you (Oh baby I)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love making love to you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl you know you're my&lt;br /&gt;Sexy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to her&lt;br /&gt;She's the sweetest drug&lt;br /&gt;Just enough is still to much&lt;br /&gt;Say that I'm sick and I'm sprung, all of the above&lt;br /&gt;I can't help she makes me say (Oh oh oh) (Hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't think&lt;br /&gt;Of anything else I'd rather do&lt;br /&gt;Than to hear you sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing my name the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby when we do our thing (When we do the things we do)&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby girl you make me sing (Oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;My sexy love&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: Sexy love&lt;br /&gt;Girl the things you do (Oh baby baby)&lt;br /&gt;Keep me sprung&lt;br /&gt;Keep me runnin' back to you (Oh baby I)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love making love to you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl you know you're my&lt;br /&gt;Sexy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby what we do, it makes the sun come up&lt;br /&gt;And keep on loving till it goes back down&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'd do if I would lose your touch&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm always keeping you around&lt;br /&gt;My sexy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:(x2)&lt;br /&gt;Sexy love&lt;br /&gt;Girl the things you do (Oh baby baby)&lt;br /&gt;Keep me sprung&lt;br /&gt;Keep me runnin' back to you (Oh baby I)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love making love to you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl you know you're my&lt;br /&gt;Sexy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up&lt;br /&gt;With just one touch... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-7201735878263882335?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7201735878263882335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=7201735878263882335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7201735878263882335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7201735878263882335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/listening-to-same-song-i-intro-ed-you.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3597323922994312372</id><published>2007-03-23T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:36:44.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the best day so far in my life. LOL. Nolah, just exaggerating. But it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started school as usual, didn't need to go to the carpark for assembly so &lt;strong&gt;Beloved, Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; me went to the toilet and slacked because I didn't have a rubber band to tie my hair and I didn't want Ms. Naban to catch me for my improper attire and stuff. Hid there for quite awhile and after that went to watch some movie on Al Gore for Geography lesson. I passed my Geography class test! :D LOL. But just barely scraped through.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was PE, went for a short jog. And I mean it was really short. Less than half of the 2.4km route. Did some target setting for the PFT, I targeted gold and &lt;u&gt;I will achieve it&lt;/u&gt;! After running, we had free games. Played Captains Ball, many funny things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Marcus, you can catch the ball better because you have four hands."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember, remember?&lt;/strong&gt; LOL. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I suddenly remembered that we forgot to return the money to the drinks stall's uncle. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PE, was recess. Was really thirsty so went to the canteen straight away to get some drinks. Went back to class and just had a short revision for POA.&lt;br /&gt;Had POA after recess, test. Omfg, I think I will fail. Definitely, becaue I couldn't even do anything. Garry gave us chocolates. :D Sadly, today's his last day.&lt;br /&gt;Had chinese remedial after that. Read some passage written by some primary school kid. Did some reflection on a piece of news from the newspaper. I just anyhow write some sentences.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the other class because Huiyun said that Garry they all were playing truth or dare. Went over after writing, and &lt;strong&gt;Beloved&lt;/strong&gt; decided not to go for dance. So, just sat around the 2 tables and played. After awhile &lt;strong&gt;Affair&lt;/strong&gt; came, but didn't play. She only started playing when the game was about to end. Had &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; of fun and laughter and some awkward situations but it's just a game afterall. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to leave the school when we found out that Mrs. Osman and the whole dance team were at the concourse and had to make Garry go talk to her. Went to &lt;em&gt;Pasar Malam&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Affair&lt;/strong&gt; and she got me a bag. She just wanted to get it for herself in the first place but after thinking, she bought one for me and another one for Beloved. I didn't want it in the first place but she forced me to accept it as a some kind of belated birthday present. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you, sweetie.&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and mum asked why I was so late. Supposed to go and watch a movie with &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; but postponed it to tomorrow. Sorry Boyfriend! Tomorrow after tanning we go watch okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I texted him before PE just now. I said that our relationship isn't working out and we should give each other some time to chill because I know he's interested in some other stuff. I checked out his Friendster during Geography lesson because we got to use the computers. Here's something for you to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y60/underscores/jon-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See, get what I mean?&lt;/strong&gt; Yea, and he said that he just wanted to see me more often but cannot. But he didn't agree with me or anything. Yea, but since I already said it, &lt;strong&gt;I'm single now, but unavailable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lifeguard's really nice to talk to! I think I will get to see him this coming Sunday! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had the parents meeting session yesterday. I didn't break down like last year. &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; almost broke down but I quickly just diverted our attention to something funny so I wouldn't see her tears falling down her face. Laughed and talked about some stuff before they left.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go for tuition because it was rather late already and raining. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going off now, my brother wants to use. Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3597323922994312372?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3597323922994312372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3597323922994312372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3597323922994312372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3597323922994312372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-best-day-so-far-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-4510349864131970777</id><published>2007-03-22T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:38:21.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today. Not much highlights. Maths lesson was longer than usual. Didn't go home after that, slacked around the school. Wanted to get something but couldn't find it, so stupid lah. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite sad at the moment. The lifeguard gave me his number. LOL. And I don't know the meaning of &lt;em&gt;marijuanic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don't know what to update already. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, sorry Beloved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-4510349864131970777?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4510349864131970777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=4510349864131970777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4510349864131970777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4510349864131970777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/decided-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2421028738145176184</id><published>2007-03-21T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:29:42.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very happy now! The 11mm stud finally got in! But it hurts a lot right at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 385px" height="616" alt="My ear." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y60/underscores/myear2.png" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 484px" height="731" alt="Army singlet." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y60/underscores/armysinglet2.png" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The army singlet. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Garry." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y60/underscores/garry2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snap shot of Garry during Chemistry lesson. LOL. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mayguss, I'll send the original photo to your email, please check your mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Xinyi." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y60/underscores/xinyi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And tada, the girl that added him on Friendster, &lt;u&gt;Xinyi&lt;/u&gt;. Ring any bells?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2421028738145176184?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2421028738145176184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2421028738145176184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2421028738145176184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2421028738145176184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-very-happy-now-11mm-stud-finally-got.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-693112778534861812</id><published>2007-03-21T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T16:36:45.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School today, as usual. &lt;strong&gt;And boring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had mother tongue for the first period. Went to the computer lab, did some test. Damn funny lah, there was messenger on my computer and &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;'s. So we like, messaged each other asking for answers because teacher didn't let us talk. Haha. I failed the test anyway. Teacher caught someone using Friendster but suprisingly, he didn't say anything, just asked what was it for. Haha! The lab was freaking cold.&lt;br /&gt;After mother tongue was English lesson. Boring teacher, boring lesson. She went through the composition and I found Huda's one exceptionally funny. &lt;em&gt;"Ark ark ark".&lt;/em&gt; Hahahhaha. But she started on her lecture once she found out that a lot of the students' head were on the table. But she didn't go on for long, and we had this pronounciation thingy.&lt;strong&gt; Facade, rendezvous, photographer, button&lt;/strong&gt; (BUT - TON)&lt;strong&gt;, leopard&lt;/strong&gt; (LEO - PARD). Quite funny I must say. How I wish her lessons would be as amusing as just now.&lt;br /&gt;After English was Maths. Did rotation and I'm still alittle confused about it. Shall finish up the worksheet in tuition later.&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Did nothing, ate... 5 &lt;em&gt;sushis&lt;/em&gt;, 1 &lt;em&gt;siewmai&lt;/em&gt;. I bought 6&lt;em&gt; sushis&lt;/em&gt;, but Shahidah brought one from me. And 2 &lt;em&gt;siewmais&lt;/em&gt;, but couldn't finish it because the chilli was hot. I can't eat chilli already. ): Haven't had my&lt;em&gt; laksa&lt;/em&gt; in ages!&lt;br /&gt;After recess was Chemistry, but teacher didn't come so Garry took over. Free period so sat around and talked. Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;After that was art. Did some some drawing and didn't want to draw so went to sharpen pencils. I sharped 3 boxes and now my fingers have blisters. ): Pain pain. LOL. Shared some really sick jokes but we all laughed our asses off about some &lt;strong&gt;saliva and shit&lt;/strong&gt; thingy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Was dismissed but teacher wanted me to bring the art books to her table. Walked to the staff room with &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; and saw Ms. Naban outside. She was talking to Hairul and Jamal, and treated &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; and me like glass. So, stood there for awhile and then finally some teacher opened the door and I asked &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend &lt;/strong&gt;to bring the books in because the Science department head was there and I didn't want her to catch me for my ear again. Haha. Stood outside and waited for &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; then Ms. Naban saw my ear. She asked me to take it out. LOL, but I ran away before she could say anything more.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Northpoint to get a nose stud. I think my nose piercing's infected, again. Sigh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;He was rather sweet to me yesterday night when I told him I was going to bed yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sent: Hey honey, been waiting for your message. I'm going to bed now, good night. I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Received: Sleeping so soon? I'm with my friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sent: Yea. What you doing with your friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Received: Just finished watching a movie, going home now. On the bike.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sent: Oh okay. I go to bed first, good night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching CSI because I fall asleep even though I was really tired. After ten minutes or so, I received a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Received: Rest well sweetie... Hope your back gets better... I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't talk to him about the problem today. I might be making a wrong move or something. But I don't feel as depressed as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Texted him this morning before I left the house. Only got his reply past noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Received: Morning baby, I'm at the gym now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sent: Hey honey, which gym are you at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Received: Tampines.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sent: Have you started work?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reply already. So, never mind. I kept listening to &lt;strong&gt;Throw Me Away&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Korn&lt;/strong&gt;. Sounds rather meaningful. It's in my playlist, listen to it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That lifeguard said I'm hot.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know what to blog already. My internet connection's unstable, again. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-693112778534861812?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/693112778534861812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=693112778534861812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/693112778534861812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/693112778534861812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/school-today-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-4147949983411032996</id><published>2007-03-20T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:08:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit, I found out something. Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y60/underscores/jon.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-4147949983411032996?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4147949983411032996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=4147949983411032996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4147949983411032996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4147949983411032996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/shit-i-found-out-something.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3244848848684350914</id><published>2007-03-20T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:02:26.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There still isn't any reply. I want to know the reason. ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very bad inside, I don't feel good. It didn't use to be this way. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you honey, I miss you so much. Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3244848848684350914?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3244848848684350914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3244848848684350914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3244848848684350914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3244848848684350914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-still-isnt-any-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-5488888809670770143</id><published>2007-03-20T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:53:46.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still feeling rather sad. Talked to &lt;strong&gt;Beloved&lt;/strong&gt; online.&lt;br /&gt;Added a few songs to my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, letting my brother use now. Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-5488888809670770143?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5488888809670770143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=5488888809670770143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5488888809670770143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5488888809670770143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/still-feeling-rather-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-4238335872533818242</id><published>2007-03-20T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:04:18.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished cutting my nails. Feels so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather down today still. Decided not to text him in the morning, felt rather good about it because I didn't want to be the one always taking initiative. He did text me while I was in school and hoped my back would get better. I felt kinda touched but it was like... I didn't get a reply from him when I texted him during recess. Oh well, I've decided not to care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Garry reliefed us for POA. LOL. He sounded so like Mr. Loong. Funny lesson lah. Haha. There's a test on Friday on provision for doubtful debts and I think I won't be able to make it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;em&gt;Pasar Malam&lt;/em&gt; to get some stuff. I got a comb and a few clips. LOL. Ms. Naban wants me to clip up my fringe if not she will cut it like the guys - above the eyebrow. I look so stupid with my fringe clipped up lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened already. I feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;The 11mm stud still won't fit into my ear. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, about my back.&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the chinese doctor after tuition yesterday night. He said there was this clot near my spine. He gave some medication to clear the clot. And some other medicine for my knee. Haha. I haven't started eating yet, maybe later after I eat something because I haven't ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the lifeguard whom my mum "preyed" on, viewed my friendster profile. xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-4238335872533818242?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4238335872533818242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=4238335872533818242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4238335872533818242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4238335872533818242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-finished-cutting-my-nails.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-8301626590009138565</id><published>2007-03-19T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:56:25.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling kinda down at the moment. Feeling very depressed with some dumb stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's going to the like the same again.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to trash things out with him actually because he hasn't been messaging me and stuff and when I ask him why, he'll always have an excuse &lt;em&gt;(yesterday night he said he was drilling holes for his fingerboard)&lt;/em&gt;. Yea, so I felt rather fed-up and so I texted him during chinese lesson. Let &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; hold the phone because I didn't want to see the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sent: How come I don't receive any messages from you? Are you avoiding me or something? Do you treat me like your gf?&lt;br /&gt;Received: Hey baby, I just woke up. How come you're so impatient?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt rather hurt by it, didn't want to reply. &lt;strong&gt;Almost immediately, I received another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Received: I didn't know my gf is so worried about me.&lt;br /&gt;Sent: So, you think I'm impatient?&lt;br /&gt;Received: I think it's sweet of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; says it's bullshit. Somehow, I feel the same way. I don't know why I'm feeling this way, but as they say, a woman's intuition is never wrong. Oh, whatever. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me show you guys something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y60/underscores/jonathan.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="):" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y60/underscores/jonathan2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was rather boring. Rained rather heavy in the morning so dad fetched me to school.&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happened lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Tang didn't know that after English period was Social Studies. She just walked out lah, and we had the next period free. She didn't let &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; and me join tables. ):&lt;br /&gt;But Ms. Naban said I was noisy. ): &lt;strong&gt;Am I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish POA and chinese compo, need to hand them up tomorrow. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking train down to Serangoon later, I think it'll be a faster journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling rather sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-8301626590009138565?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8301626590009138565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=8301626590009138565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8301626590009138565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8301626590009138565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-feeling-kinda-down-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6542890197613942120</id><published>2007-03-18T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:21:05.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can You Feel The Love Tonight (soundtrack The Lion King) - Elton John&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a calm surrender to the rush of day&lt;br /&gt;When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away&lt;br /&gt;An enchanted moment, and it sees me through&lt;br /&gt;It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you feel the love tonight&lt;br /&gt;It is where we are&lt;br /&gt;It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer&lt;br /&gt;That we got this far&lt;br /&gt;And can you feel the love tonight&lt;br /&gt;How it's laid to rest&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to make kings and vagabonds&lt;br /&gt;Believe the very best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a time for everyone if they only learn&lt;br /&gt;That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn&lt;br /&gt;There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors&lt;br /&gt;When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6542890197613942120?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6542890197613942120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6542890197613942120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6542890197613942120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6542890197613942120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/can-you-feel-love-tonight-soundtrack.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-1322039764920868926</id><published>2007-03-18T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:06:59.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm watching the &lt;em&gt;Renci&lt;/em&gt; charity show or something. The monk climbing up the building now, he's so... Daring. I respect him a lot. I called twice for the $15 line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming today was 2 hours. Rather tiring but quite productive. Next week's class is 2 hours as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;My dad doesn't allow me to go back to competitive swimming after my O's. Sigh, so never mind then. It's fated.&lt;br /&gt;And when I was swimming just now, &lt;strong&gt;someone kicked my left ear&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;After swimming, was rather hungry so bought some snakcs from the vending machine. My brother wanted to eat something too, but my mum didn't have enough coins and she preyed on one of the pool lifeguards who was buying something from the vending machine. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: Eh boy, you have enough coins to change with me?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Whips out a $2 note)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifeguard: Err,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(checks wallet)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I don't have enough leh. But I got just enough to buy... What you want to eat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brother:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Cutting in)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I want the prawn craker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifeguard: Ok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Puts in the coins)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: Later I take change return you, ok?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifeguard: Ok, no problem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (passes the snack to my brother).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'll be sitting there&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(points to the bench near the pool and walks off).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. After showering, my mum asked me to pass the coins to the lifeguard. The snack was 50-cents, and she only have three 20-cent coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: If he don't have change then never mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: What? You want me to go and return him the change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: Yea lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Can you go with me? I shy lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum: CRAZY AH YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I walked all the way to the bench and gave him the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Uhh, you keep the 10-cent change okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifeguard: HUH? No need lah, wait here. I give you back change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Stands there for a very long time.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifeguard:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Puts the 10cent coin onto my hand)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifeguard: You're welcomed. Thank you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, was so embarassing lah. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went the play pool in the lounge or something. Yea, when I pushed open the door, the whole thing just gave way lah! Almost dropped. Oh my god. I got a shock of my life and just ran to my dad and told him about it. My brother was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had western food for dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;'s dad stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm able to go England after O's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;strong&gt;Can You Feel the Love Tonight&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Elton John&lt;/strong&gt;, so touching. I'll add it to my playlist &amp;amp; post the lyrics later. :D&lt;br /&gt;The new band I'm crazy over - &lt;strong&gt;The Prodigy&lt;/strong&gt;. They rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't receive a single message from him today. I told &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; that I'm not going to bother about him already. He will talk to me when he wants to. My mind's made up. &lt;u&gt;I feel like giving up&lt;/u&gt;, but maybe I'll see how it goes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's opening tomorrow. Boo! I feel so lazy to start school, and there's art tomorrow. Haven't developed more of my art "experiments". Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel prepared for school at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll go search for the lyrics already. :D&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-1322039764920868926?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1322039764920868926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=1322039764920868926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1322039764920868926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1322039764920868926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-watching-renci-charity-show-or.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-8057897824990573578</id><published>2007-03-18T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:53:15.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from the salon. I didn't know what to do with my hair so I didn't cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-8057897824990573578?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8057897824990573578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=8057897824990573578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8057897824990573578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8057897824990573578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-salon.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3287649406583315553</id><published>2007-03-18T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:58:21.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I think it's going to be a whole day without his messages again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to shower now and bring my brother down for a haircut. Wondering if I should cut my hair... Hmm, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Going swimming later. Today's lesson is 2hours. :D Oh yes! To make up for last week's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ripped the whole &lt;strong&gt;FutureSex/LoveSounds&lt;/strong&gt; CD into my phone. Deleted a few songs from my phone as well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finished the 1000pieces puzzle already! But, spoil already. ): So, going to redo it. Haha. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't waste too much time on it, so I'm not that heart pain. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3287649406583315553?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3287649406583315553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3287649406583315553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3287649406583315553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3287649406583315553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-its-going-to-be-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3199732024357240353</id><published>2007-03-18T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T11:42:02.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He hasn't changed it. Yea, shall not bother. He could even upload a photo 2 hours ago. Yea, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I've decided to give such little things a rest. He can do whatever he wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept rather late yesterday night. Around 2am. I couldn't fall asleep. So did a little of the puzzle and finished up the homework that was given yesterday. I haven't finished the school homework though.&lt;br /&gt;He said he would accompany me since I wasn't sleeping yet, but after that message, I guess he knocked out. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll go have my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3199732024357240353?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3199732024357240353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3199732024357240353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3199732024357240353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3199732024357240353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/he-hasnt-changed-it.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-1637246103355505320</id><published>2007-03-18T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:58:55.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going offline already.&lt;br /&gt;Just ripped 2 albums from my dad and my memory card only left 100+MB of space left. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, good night. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-1637246103355505320?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1637246103355505320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=1637246103355505320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1637246103355505320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1637246103355505320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/going-offline-already.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2505397576385286071</id><published>2007-03-17T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:41:30.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just found out that my dad has one of Korn's CD! And it's a limited edition one! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2505397576385286071?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2505397576385286071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2505397576385286071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2505397576385286071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2505397576385286071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-found-out-that-my-dad-has-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-166872736290208453</id><published>2007-03-17T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:31:48.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did some edits to my template. With a little help from&lt;strong&gt; Beloved&lt;/strong&gt;, and she introduced me to it. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the songs as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him about him leaving his status as single. He kept insisting that he didn't change anything. I'm not going to bother him unless he wants to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard lesson was really funny. I could only play half of the song well.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't finish the homework she gave me last week so I had to finish it up in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing the puzzle my mum bought and it's going on well. Going to continue with it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-166872736290208453?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/166872736290208453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=166872736290208453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/166872736290208453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/166872736290208453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/did-some-edits-to-my-template.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-5782677551314213616</id><published>2007-03-17T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:22:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;strong&gt;Affair&lt;/strong&gt;'s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#01. Would you mind if your guy is fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I wouldn't mind. But not too fat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#02. Would you want your guy to do house chores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I would help me do some as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#03. What is the maximum age gap you and your guy have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I don't mind the age, as long as he treats me good and respects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#04. Would you mind if you guy smokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Social, is ok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#05. Must he get good grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No. It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#06. A muscular/mature guy or a childish/cute guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Muscular/mature guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#07. Must he be popular to suit you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08. Would you allow your guy to join gang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#09. Must he have perfect eyesight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. Must he be perfect in everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Nobody is perfect. I'm not a perfectionist, I don't expect things to be perfect. LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. Will you be furious OR worried if your guy gets into trouble with the DM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I'll be more worried. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12. Must he be taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes. I'm short, so guys won't have a problem. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13. What is the first thing he attracted you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- The aura around him. LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14. Does how much he loves you matter or as long as you love him is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- It would be better if it's both-sided love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15. Would you allow your guy to show tantrums on the elderly or worthy of respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No. Unless it isnt' his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16. What if your guy's ex still loves him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- If he still loves her, I would stop seeing him &amp;amp; let them get back together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17. Which of his character or looks will make you leave him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- If he cheats on me or doesn't treat me as a girlfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18. Must you be his first girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19. After marriage, must you be together or follow him back to his country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Err, I don't know. Haven't thought of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20. What will you do if his friends bully him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Defend him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21. What is the most important thing you seek in your guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Character, a little looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22. Would you rather your guy be a studious or bad boy kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- In the middle lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. What if your good friend likes your guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Best girl wins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-5782677551314213616?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5782677551314213616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=5782677551314213616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5782677551314213616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5782677551314213616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/got-this-from-affair-s-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-5519106538626084083</id><published>2007-03-17T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T11:20:59.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling very down now. Found out that his status is single again, so I changed mine to "in a relationship" only.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really don't know what he's thinking. He called me yesterday around 8pm and after that he said he'll text me, but in the end, he didn't. I texted him good night but he didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to go down to OCC today. I just didn't have the mood to. Maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Why is the dumb problem bothering me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-5519106538626084083?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5519106538626084083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=5519106538626084083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5519106538626084083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5519106538626084083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-very-down-now.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-8664283747811703060</id><published>2007-03-16T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:13:14.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What Goes Around Comes Around - Justin Timberlake&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man?&lt;br /&gt;You know I gave you the world&lt;br /&gt;You had me in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;So why your love went away&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you babe&lt;br /&gt;Me and you until the end&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way it's really going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better when you came around&lt;br /&gt;That you were gonna make me cry&lt;br /&gt;It's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed&lt;br /&gt;You said that you were moving on now&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should do the same&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about that is&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to give you my name&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's all just a shame&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way things are going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were gonna make me cry)&lt;br /&gt;That you were going to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;You should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it (no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way things are going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were gonna make me cry)&lt;br /&gt;That you were going to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay baby 'cause in time you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Comes Around interlude:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me paint this picture for you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your nights alone&lt;br /&gt;And he never comes home&lt;br /&gt;And every time you call him&lt;br /&gt;All you get's a busy tone&lt;br /&gt;I heard you found out&lt;br /&gt;That he's doing to you&lt;br /&gt;What you did to me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cheated girl&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeds girl&lt;br /&gt;So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt&lt;br /&gt;Just a classic case&lt;br /&gt;A scenario&lt;br /&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;br /&gt;Girl you got what you deserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you want somebody&lt;br /&gt;To cure the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;You wish you had somebody&lt;br /&gt;That could come and make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girl I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-8664283747811703060?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8664283747811703060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=8664283747811703060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8664283747811703060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8664283747811703060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-goes-around-comes-around-justin.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-204583789910594734</id><published>2007-03-16T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:01:15.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BOYFRIEND! REMEMBER THE VERY HANDSOME GUY IN STOMP THE YARD? HIS NAME IS BRIAN WHITE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go to Stomp The Yard's official website, just click &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/stomptheyard/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-204583789910594734?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/204583789910594734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=204583789910594734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/204583789910594734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/204583789910594734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/boyfriend-remember-very-handsome-guy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-4953604060414287732</id><published>2007-03-16T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:45:32.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He finally replied, he said he was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that I have Justin's album, &lt;strong&gt;FutureSexLoveSounds&lt;/strong&gt;. Fareez got it for me for my last birthday present. Haha. And I found &lt;strong&gt;What Goes Around Comes Around&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don't know what to do now. I feel so bored and sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-4953604060414287732?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4953604060414287732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=4953604060414287732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4953604060414287732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4953604060414287732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/he-finally-replied-he-said-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2138938123381922347</id><published>2007-03-16T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T18:55:00.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from the movie!&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;Stomp The Yard&lt;/strong&gt;, totally cool. It's a real nice movie.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this poster on this movie &lt;strong&gt;Blood and Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;. I think it's about wolves, wanted to catch it just now, but never mind. It seems damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted him and tried calling him as well, no answer. I wonder if he's trying to avoid me or something. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, today's chemistry lesson was okay. Ms. Lim was super funny. School's starting on Monday. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Justin's &lt;strong&gt;What Goes Around Comes Around&lt;/strong&gt;. Who have, please send it to me okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2138938123381922347?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2138938123381922347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2138938123381922347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2138938123381922347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2138938123381922347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-movie-watched-stomp-yard.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-7276849392214630525</id><published>2007-03-16T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:47:22.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Chemistry lesson! Not bad, I must say. Shall elaborate later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch&lt;strong&gt; Stomp the Yard&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; later. I gotta go shower after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather sad, he hasn't texted me for the whole day. Sigh. My imagination's running wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-7276849392214630525?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7276849392214630525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=7276849392214630525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7276849392214630525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7276849392214630525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-chemistry-lesson-not-bad-i.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6461900668237808925</id><published>2007-03-15T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:37:24.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from tuition. I'm feeling really tired today. &lt;strong&gt;Please don't miss Prison Break tonight okay! :D Channel 5, 10.30pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to move my blog soon, I want to blog things out freely without my brother reading it or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Still pondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather glad that his status is still married.&lt;br /&gt;Met him up today and spent some time together - joking, laughing, blah blah blah. He said I'll look cool in mohawk - my plans after O's. And asked me not do cut my hair yet because it still looks okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for tuition after that. Did a worksheet on Vectors. I was stuck at this particular question but didn't get the chance to ask him because so many people were asking him questions. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Friday! Chemistry lesson tomorrow. Feel like sleeping. So fast one week holiday over already, school starting again. ):&lt;br /&gt;I haven't handed up the chinese composition that I promised him I will hand it up to him on Monday. LOL. Oh well, I don't know how to do it and I only found out just now that &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; has handed it up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's art was so fun! I told my idea to Mrs. Koh and I have only started experimenting on the background. I didn't some smooth one at first, but she didn't like it and told me to do a rough one instead. Haven't started on it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beloved&lt;/strong&gt; went out to eat breakfast, asked her to buy instant noodles for me. After eating, Mrs. Koh decided to order pizza to eat. She paid. The delivery guy was kinda cute and shy. Haha. Was rather full so I only ate one piece. The green tea was warm  and it tasted weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6461900668237808925?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6461900668237808925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6461900668237808925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6461900668237808925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6461900668237808925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-9054229263567627212</id><published>2007-03-15T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T08:29:48.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A short entry before I head for school.&lt;br /&gt;I've got an idea on what to do already! Shall hit it with Mrs. Koh later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Boyfriend, the thing I got yesterday totally suck. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And why can't you view my blog!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-9054229263567627212?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9054229263567627212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=9054229263567627212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/9054229263567627212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/9054229263567627212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/short-entry-before-i-head-for-school.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-774590960073733249</id><published>2007-03-14T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:55:35.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, the playlist is up. :D Kinda small, but just enjoy the songs okay. I know, I don't have those songs that 'in' right now, but this is my all-time favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-774590960073733249?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/774590960073733249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=774590960073733249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/774590960073733249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/774590960073733249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-playlist-is-up.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2315597101032234212</id><published>2007-03-14T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:50:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from tuition. Didn't do anything, just finished one POA worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend &lt;/strong&gt;before going to tuition. Got the stuff I wanted and found it rather cheap. Bought a big lollipop to suck tomorrow to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't want to eat breakfast with me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad asks whether I want to watch &lt;strong&gt;Phantom of The Opera&lt;/strong&gt; at the Esplanade! Wheeeee, I always wanted to watch it. He asked me to check out the schedule and plan it out. :D&lt;br /&gt;I shall check Sistic later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so hungry, so I'll have my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall continue making my playlist tomorrow or whenever I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2315597101032234212?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2315597101032234212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2315597101032234212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2315597101032234212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2315597101032234212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-came-back-from-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3717262495171877262</id><published>2007-03-14T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:01:26.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed the skin to something really simple, in my favourite shades of colour. Cbox won't work in this code so you all just have to tag my Haloscan okay. &lt;strong&gt;Please tag please tag!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;I took down the tracking thing for the amount of people who visits because it's creating a lot of pop ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt; found a job as a gym instructor, but he has to grow hair and shave off his goatee. ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind him growing hair, but I'll miss the goatee, and the texture of his head. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend &lt;/strong&gt;at 5 before going to tuition to get something. I don't have a lot of $$ and I'm taking my angpao money. Shit. I don't have much left. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done POA yet, maybe I'll bring it to tuition and do. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I shall go and try create a playlist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3717262495171877262?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3717262495171877262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3717262495171877262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3717262495171877262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3717262495171877262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/changed-skin-to-something-really-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-892301840972995190</id><published>2007-03-14T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:24:05.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jonathan Lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;updated his profile - 3 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;added new friend - 12 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;added new photo - 1 day ago&lt;br /&gt;posted shoutout - 5 days ago&lt;br /&gt;received new testimonial - 6 days ago&lt;br /&gt;joined a group - 4 weeks ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like liars, and I hope it's Friendster that is creating the problems.&lt;br /&gt;I came online this morning before heading out of the house and browsed upon his profile. The status was married yesterday but single this morning. Told him about it and he said he didn't touch it and most probably it was an error. I came home, checked it again and the details above is what I saw. Maybe it's a problem with Friendster or whatever. Sigh, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from art.&lt;br /&gt;Felt rather moody during the whole period of 3 hours just because of that problem. Didn't get started on anything. Just listened to music and talked to Fareez &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Beloved &lt;/strong&gt;was rather hardworking - didn't want to disturb her.&lt;br /&gt;POA consultation was supposed to be after art, Mr. Loong came and just asked if we had any questions. I said I didn't the previous worksheets as reference, but he said he didn't mark it yet. So, he just gave me the worksheet. Maybe I'll start doing it later - after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Just walked out of the staff room when Mrs. Koh asked if I had started on anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Koh: Eh Jolene! I forgot about you! Have I confirmed with you what you are going to do for exhibition?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Eh, no leh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Koh: Oh ya! I forgot all about you. You were very quiet today, so I didn't notice you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Oh, hahaha. I'm stuck lah, I'm feeling very... Uhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Koh: Okay. Never mind, you start on your O'level prep work first. I'll go through with you tomorrow to get you started on exhibition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Oh, okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Koh: But you cannot draw wolves anymore for exhibition okay, because people wouldn't want a painting of a wolf in their house. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Oh, yea lor, they scared mah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Koh: Ya, chinese are very superstitious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Oh, okay. Thank you. Byebye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so I can't do wolves for exhibition. Gotta think of something else - I feel like my head is exploding.&lt;br /&gt;And today during art, Mrs. Koh actually went through some old photos. Got to see Ms. Tay, Mr. Allan Kok, Mr. Ahmad and a few more. I saw a lady in the photo that looked like my primary school teacher, but didn't get the chance to ask Mrs. Koh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having bad hair day today, going to take another shower later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having tuition later. Uh, boring.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-892301840972995190?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/892301840972995190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=892301840972995190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/892301840972995190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/892301840972995190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/jonathan-lai-updated-his-profile-3.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3813606080947357179</id><published>2007-03-13T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:11:17.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Capricorn.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monthly Love for March, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided by Astrology.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st, you &lt;strong&gt;have your romantic thinking cap on&lt;/strong&gt;, alright. What's a romantic thinking cap? Well, it's a lot like a regular thinking cap, except that &lt;strong&gt;a romantic thinking cap specifically helps you think about romance.&lt;/strong&gt; So slip it on and let your brain go to &lt;strong&gt;work on how to get that very special romance going just the way you want it to get going.&lt;/strong&gt; The 4th, you're in serious stock-taking mode -- have you put on your romantic stock-taking socks to go with your romantic thinking cap? Looks like it! What are you finding as you take stock? Are you consistently picking the wrong people? &lt;strong&gt;The right people at the wrong time?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Have you just found (maybe) the right person at the right time?&lt;/strong&gt; Cool! The 9th, add your getting-down-to-romantic-business bowtie to your ensemble. &lt;strong&gt;Then go ask them out.&lt;/strong&gt; The 15th and 16th, get those romantic walking shoes on your feet, and the 20th, get walking! Right over to their cubicle! When you get there, say hi! Let the conversation build from there! The 25th, you might want to take off all those fancy clothes and take a relaxing bubble bath. The 30th, end the month with a little evaluation: How did things go this month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Libra.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monthly Love for March, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided by Astrology.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might spend the 1st doing a little old-fashioned evaluating. Where do romantic issues come up for you? What are your weak spots? What are your strengths? By the very romantic 5th and 6th, you won't have much time at all for this kind of heavy-duty thinking -- you'll be too busy smooching (or thinking about smooching). The 10th and 11th, the road to romance appears to be obstacle free -- go ahead and ride! The 15th and 16th, it's time to take charge of the romantic situation -- whatever that may entail. By the 19th and 20th, you could be just plain tuckered out -- romance is almost always a bit of a roller coaster, at least at the beginning. Go ahead and take a day or two off. You'll be rested and well prepared for whatever comes your way, romantically on the 25th -- and a whole lot could be coming your way. Wow! The 30th, wrap up your wowee month with a little romantic problem solving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gemini.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monthly Love for March, 2007 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided by Astrology.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you might hear to the contrary when you tune in to the '80s station on the radio, love is not a drug -- nor should it be. The 1st, take advantage of a sense of general ease in your emotional life to really examine the role but love plays for you. Does it feel calming, or addictive? Do you feel satisfied by the love you find, or does what you find always leave you wanting more? These are very important issues to look at as you embark on your quest for romance this month. Could it be you need to make some changes within yourself before you're ready for a new romance? Ask yourself that question on the 5th, and again the 6th, when somebody special catches your eye. The 10th and 11th, give yourself lots of rest -- the 12th and 13th promise to be an action-packed! By the 18th, you've reached a turning point -- has considering all those big who-am-I questions changed how you approached romance? The 23rd and 24th, enjoy yourself -- it looks very much like you might be out on a date (or two)! By the 29th, you're ready for a little more self-analysis -- go to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monthly Love for March, 2007 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided by Astrology.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st, you kick off your romantic month in super-high-powered mode. That's right, you're like a quarterback of love -- and you're heading the right down the field toward the goal posts. Whoopee! Just try not to knock over too many of the folks who get in the way. The 5th and 6th, keep your eye on the ball. Focus is going to be key to taking this romance (or potential romance) where you want it to go. By the 11th, you're ready to take off the shoulder pads, undo that football helmet, shower, put on some sweatpants and get down to the heart of the matter. How do you feel? How do they feel? How do you feel together? The answers to these questions are very important -- as you'll see the 15th and 16th, during a much-needed emotional time-out. The game is back in play the 17th and 18th -- who's ahead? You might want to rethink this us-against-them strategy on the 23rd and 24th. After all, cooperation is the name of the romance game, isn't it? The 29th, enjoy the day -- and take the night off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sagittaruis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monthly Love for March, 2007 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided by Astrology.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st, you could have a real a yen to express yourself romantically. So, how do you really feel about that sweetie pie you met at the International Translators of Many Languages Conference? How many languages would you like to say it in? Why not get some of the other folks you met at the International Translators of Many Languages Conference to help you compose just the right message in just the right 20 to 40 distinct languages? The object of your affection is bound to be pleased. By the 4th, you find that some old romantic hang-up just isn't hanging you up, anymore. The 9th, go ahead and look to the trees, birds, flowers or stars for inspiration. There's nothing more romantic than plain old nature, you know. By the 13th, you're ready to take the next step -- so call them up and ask them out the old-fashioned way! Straight talk is appealing, even to international translators of many languages. The 19th, you're feeling great and so are they. By the 24th, you might be tired out -- take a breath! The 29th, spend the day daydreaming if you like, and the evening bringing about a great big romantic change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3813606080947357179?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3813606080947357179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3813606080947357179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3813606080947357179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3813606080947357179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/capricorn.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6696879283850817109</id><published>2007-03-13T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:33:34.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching &lt;strong&gt;AeonFlux&lt;/strong&gt;. Omfg, that show's so f-ing nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When's POA consultation, is it tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt; Why nobody answer me one. Haha. Never mind, I shall try calling people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don't know what to blog. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6696879283850817109?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6696879283850817109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6696879283850817109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6696879283850817109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6696879283850817109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-finished-watching-aeonflux.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-1195202588327021523</id><published>2007-03-13T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:28:06.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is Friendster so fcukingly slow? Basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from the dentist. Didn't need an extraction. Phew. So, he just did scaling and there was so much blood - so painful. ):&lt;br /&gt;Slacked outside the clinic waiting for mum. Here's a pic;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 421px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="749" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y60/underscores/car.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car was like damn small, I almost got jammed inside. Oh wait, maybe I'm the big one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, went to SunPlaza to get some groceries and saw Alan Oh. He said my brother looks like a eurasion. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother wants to use already, so byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-1195202588327021523?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1195202588327021523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=1195202588327021523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1195202588327021523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1195202588327021523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-is-friendster-so-fcukingly-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-1332291585417100941</id><published>2007-03-13T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:02:56.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm spending my day in specs. I found out only yesterday that I only have another have 2 more pairs. Which means only left 2 months. Shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also found out that I missed &lt;strong&gt;Nip/Tuck&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. Shit lah! I wanted to watch it so much. &lt;em&gt;SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. SHIT.&lt;/em&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope I don't miss Thursday's &lt;strong&gt;Prison Break2&lt;/strong&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad missing &lt;strong&gt;Nip/Tuck&lt;/strong&gt;. Shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brushing my hair after shower just now, and a white hair just stood up! Omfg, so I took quite awhile trying to pluck it out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;My ear hurts. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-1332291585417100941?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1332291585417100941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=1332291585417100941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1332291585417100941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1332291585417100941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-spending-my-day-in-specs.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-5597954904425685299</id><published>2007-03-13T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T10:36:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to some song &lt;strong&gt;Affair&lt;/strong&gt; introduced to me over at Imeem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qCeXbMaqNx/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qCeXbMaqNx/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to put in the 11mm stud again yesterday but it wouldn't come out from the back so I decided to listen to &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;'s advice - to stuff in many ear sticks. Haha. I need to buy some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's a pic of it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="641" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y60/underscores/ear.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-5597954904425685299?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5597954904425685299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=5597954904425685299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5597954904425685299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5597954904425685299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/listening-to-some-song-affair.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-7575736999467517905</id><published>2007-03-13T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:46:44.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jonathan just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;morning baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;hey honey.&lt;br /&gt;u're up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;looking backwards from today ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;something tells that you feel very negatively about our relationship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;i read your shoutout even on your profile&lt;br /&gt;and you changed your profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in a relationship though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt talk about me like before already&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh. i dont see me anywhere in ur profile either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;is that your reason &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;mine says married though&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh.&lt;br /&gt;married to me ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;then?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;whats so funny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;im watching rock climbing videos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;i haven't climbed in 37982578760 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;bullshit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;wanna go climing with me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;dude, i cant climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;why not &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm weak&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;train with&lt;br /&gt;at yishun&lt;br /&gt;get strong together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;hey sorry, was making some food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;i'm famished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;i have to go school&lt;br /&gt;msg you later&lt;br /&gt;love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;kay&lt;br /&gt;hugs! bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;you dont love huh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;fine ok&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEEEEEE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan says:&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan winks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play "Heart"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joleneeeeeee - says:&lt;br /&gt;i love you ok&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked to me today! Online! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that I'm still listening to the &lt;strong&gt;Tokyo Drift&lt;/strong&gt; song. Seemed so long that I watched the movie. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I want to go and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-7575736999467517905?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7575736999467517905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=7575736999467517905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7575736999467517905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7575736999467517905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/jonathan-just-sent-you-nudge.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2062280167695172414</id><published>2007-03-13T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:01:53.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out something. :D&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling rather happy about it. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;OVERJOYED!&lt;/strong&gt; XDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He finally changed his status. &lt;u&gt;Finally.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2062280167695172414?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2062280167695172414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2062280167695172414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2062280167695172414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2062280167695172414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-found-out-something.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-8892618393101365598</id><published>2007-03-13T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:49:12.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came home from a jogging session with my mum. Feeling so good. The route wasn't really long - approximately half of the 2.4km route but I'm perspiring like hell! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I don't know what's on his mind. Feel like he's hiding something from me. Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I shall just pretend I don't know anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I want to go and sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-8892618393101365598?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8892618393101365598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=8892618393101365598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8892618393101365598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8892618393101365598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-came-home-from-jogging-session.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-7470534013391171576</id><published>2007-03-13T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:30:52.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just linked my brother. Don't go and di siao him okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going jogging with mum tomorrow morning, so I'm retiring to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;Planned to meet &lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow after the dentist appointment but he seems a little reluctant. And I texted him asking if slept already - no reply. So I guess he's sleeping. He said he wants to meet on Wednesday instead. So, confirm with him tomorrow then. Seems like things are better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today for social studies lesson. I think I didn't benefit from it because I was just too bored to listen. Before that met &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; for breakfast and the queue was like, long.&lt;br /&gt;After lesson saw Yk and&lt;strong&gt; Affair&lt;/strong&gt; outside school, sat around and talk. I can't blog some things out here because my brother comes to visit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition. And after tuition went to grandparent's place for dinner. Slacked at my cousin's house and &lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt; called! So glad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Affair - I hope you're okay. Cheers alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting online with Mushin and friends - socialising, they say. Haha. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand rip-offs man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay byebye &amp;amp; goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-7470534013391171576?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7470534013391171576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=7470534013391171576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7470534013391171576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7470534013391171576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-linked-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-166494293731480792</id><published>2007-03-11T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:38:25.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing out.</title><content type='html'>Just changed the skin.&lt;br /&gt;And my brother wants to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, goodnight all! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-166494293731480792?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/166494293731480792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=166494293731480792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/166494293731480792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/166494293731480792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/testing-out.html' title='Testing out.'/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2978171026196890110</id><published>2007-03-11T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:04:21.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School tomorrow. Boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to blog - I can't do POA. So I'm going for the consultation. &lt;strong&gt;But I need to know what day is it and what time is it. Anyone knows?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the way home in the car just now listening to&lt;strong&gt; Don't Wanna Lose You Now&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/strong&gt; and just suddenly, an overwhelming wave of emotions just came across me. I was breathing heavily and tears were gathering in my eyes. I don't know why I felt that way, maybe it's just the meaning behind the lyrics. Just as sudden as the feeling came, it left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics for the song, maybe you'll understand;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't Wanna Lose You Now&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would lose my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I could control this &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that I'd be left behind&lt;br /&gt;That I was stronger than you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Girl if only I knew what I've done&lt;br /&gt;You know, so why don't you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And I, I would bring down the moon and the sun&lt;br /&gt;To show how much I care &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't wanna lose you now&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know we can win this&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna lose you now&lt;br /&gt;No no, or ever again &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I've got this feeling you're not gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;It's burning within me&lt;br /&gt;The fear of losing&lt;br /&gt;Of slipping away&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting closer, baby&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever reason to leave that I've had&lt;br /&gt;My place was always beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And I wish that I didn't need you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Your face just won't go away &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;That I could control this&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that I'd be left behind&lt;br /&gt;That I was stronger than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't want to lose to loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know we can win&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose to emptiness, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Never again &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you honey. I know you won't be reading this. I just need some place where I can say out my thoughts. You don't know how much I love you, you don't know how much I never want to lose you. Maybe when we can spend more time together, we'll feel better. I love you honey, never will I stop loving you. I treasure you a lot, I don't know how to be possesive. I don't wanna lose you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2978171026196890110?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2978171026196890110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2978171026196890110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2978171026196890110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2978171026196890110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/school-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6598383101668318535</id><published>2007-03-11T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T14:33:29.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playing badminton later. Bringing POA along to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is POA consultation on Wednesday or Tuesday? What time is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow settled the matter with him already. Feeling kinda sad about it. Nothing bad happened, he just said that he didn't feel belonged and we don't seem to be together. It's because we don't spend a lot of time together because of my upcoming O's. I felt relieved when he called after not replying to my messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't want to lose this relationship. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother knows the password to my blog. Never mind, I've decided let him view it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EH BROTHER! TAG ME OKAY! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2844356190358473540-6598383101668318535?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6598383101668318535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6598383101668318535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6598383101668318535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6598383101668318535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/playing-badminton-later.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-8664466340054612057</id><published>2007-03-11T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T10:37:06.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD MORNING WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep well yesterday night because of some stuff bothering me. So I just sent him a message about it. It involves him so I want to find out the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, won't be swimming today so maybe I'll bring my homework there and do. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-8664466340054612057?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8664466340054612057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=8664466340054612057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8664466340054612057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8664466340054612057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-morning-world-couldnt-sleep-well.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-7852013944080434470</id><published>2007-03-10T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:56:39.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel that pissed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a soft spot in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-7852013944080434470?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7852013944080434470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=7852013944080434470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7852013944080434470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7852013944080434470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-feel-that-pissed-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2843920735125828604</id><published>2007-03-10T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:38:42.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like giving up everything.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to smoke and just smoke. I haven't touched a cigarette for quite a while. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to cut and see the blood flow. I haven't cut myself that bad for quite a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to cry my heart out. And I haven't cried 'til my eyes drop for quite a while as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2843920735125828604?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2843920735125828604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2843920735125828604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2843920735125828604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2843920735125828604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-like-giving-up-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-7019872234000255844</id><published>2007-03-10T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:51:34.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Beloved - received your mail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having so many emotions right now. I'm feeling so confused. My solution - to take a step at a time and see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really pissed with my brother and I still am. I'm changing my link soon because he knows my link. Or maybe I'll delete my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-7019872234000255844?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7019872234000255844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=7019872234000255844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7019872234000255844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7019872234000255844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-beloved-received-your-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6294787272721707114</id><published>2007-03-10T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:05:29.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fcuking feel like giving up on the relationship man. Fcuk it fcuk it fcuk it. I feel like crying, I feel like dying, I feel like giving this shit up. I feel so horrible down inside, I needa let it all fcuking go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6294787272721707114?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6294787272721707114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6294787272721707114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6294787272721707114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6294787272721707114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-fcuking-feel-like-giving-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6435997761641677723</id><published>2007-03-10T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:48:39.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to keep things to myself instead of letting others know, because all they know is how to &lt;strong&gt;judge&lt;/strong&gt;. Yea, &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mayguss, I haven't received the schedule - &lt;u&gt;latest&lt;/u&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; because I don't know the times to be in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from the dentist appointment. If the pain still persists, I either need an extraction of the tooth or extraction of the nerve which will cost up to half a thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope the pain will not persist.&lt;br /&gt;The dentist replaced my old filing with a new one which had some kind of medicine as the base. When he was drilling, I almost died - the pain was excruciating. Going back again this coming Tuesday for scaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that my period came yesterday night. I'm having bad cramps and I don't have the strength to really do stuff. But anyway, went swimming with &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; at OCC. &lt;strong&gt;Honey &lt;/strong&gt;wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;Swam awhile, sun-tanned and I'm burnt! But I like the new tan on my legs. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, going for keyboard lesson later. Haven't finished my  homework and haven't practiced so I'm going to do that right now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Affair&lt;/u&gt; (if you ever pass by here) - What's going on? I read your blog. I hope you're okay. I texted you serveral times yesterday after you sent me the SMS but didn't get a reply from you. If you don't feel like telling me anything, it's okay - it's your choice to tell me things that you want. Don't think of suicide because there's a way out of everything. Cheer up and see you after the one week break. Cheers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6435997761641677723?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6435997761641677723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6435997761641677723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6435997761641677723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6435997761641677723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like-to-keep-things-to-myself-instead.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-4679609889779461406</id><published>2007-03-09T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:19:22.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had my legs waxed and it's not really "clean". I want to get a shaver. How I wish hair wouldn't grow on my body.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch my dad's bowling tournament later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of school before the March holidays. Can't say that it will be holidays because we have to return to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, &lt;strong&gt;Mayguss, send me the schedule through email okay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Geography lesson - girls, please remember to discuss about what we are going to do okay.&lt;br /&gt;After Geography, had PE, played captains ball.&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Planned to finish up the chinese compo but decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Had POA, after POA had chinese remedial. I failed the O'level mock exam paper. Stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know what to blog already.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-4679609889779461406?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4679609889779461406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=4679609889779461406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4679609889779461406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4679609889779461406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-world-just-had-my-legs-waxed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3100882342121216869</id><published>2007-03-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:14:40.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I somehow "predicted" the time correctly. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt;'s home. And he's online - but I'm appearing offline. He logged into Friendster as well - didn't view me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3100882342121216869?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3100882342121216869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3100882342121216869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3100882342121216869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3100882342121216869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-somehow-predicted-time-correctly.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-4625291723996634133</id><published>2007-03-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:28:00.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided not to wax it today. I'm feeling so lazy and it's taking far too long. Going to do it tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished POA and updating of the maths file.&lt;br /&gt;Going to have dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Affair&lt;/strong&gt;'s coming back to school after the one week holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome back!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-4625291723996634133?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4625291723996634133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=4625291723996634133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4625291723996634133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4625291723996634133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-decided-not-to-wax-it-today.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-296224432735680662</id><published>2007-03-08T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:08:39.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School as usual today.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last day before the March holidays start. But I think it doesn't sound like a holiday to me, still need to return to school for lessons and stuff. Well, that's actually a good thing for me because I wouldn't start rusting. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; outside SunPlaza with best buds to get something. Bought a blue candy floss and I ate it. I think I have a toothache becaue I can't eat and drink properly. ): My mum said she'll bring me to see a dentist. She said she'll call the one at Yishun because the one at SunPlaza is really expensive. I wonder when she'll do it, because she never really do things like that for me.&lt;br /&gt;Then met my mum at Popular and after that we tried to waste time because we couldn't find my brother. He said he will meet us outside Popular at 3.30pm but didn't turn up. So, we went to the &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; and got my perfume after I showed her a black face - she was so concerned about my brother that she kept calling his friends instead of listening to me talk, so, I got quite pissed. This is the first time I'm having a perfume for myself, I feel so &lt;em&gt;girly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And there was this stalker. Haha! When I saw him at the &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; while I was with &lt;strong&gt;best buds&lt;/strong&gt;, he kept looking at me. Went to Popular with&lt;strong&gt; best buds&lt;/strong&gt;, he walked there as well. Kept walking past me. Went back to the &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; with mum and he was there again. Recently, there has been a lot of stalkers. xD &lt;u&gt;Whatever.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to NTUC after walking around the &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt;. Obviously my mum wasn't too interested with anything there because she was more concerned about my brother. &lt;u&gt;Whatever.&lt;/u&gt; While we were at the vegetable section, my brother came and she was like, relieved. But he's grounded!&lt;em&gt; Hahahhahahahahhaha.&lt;/em&gt; That's good, because he lied to my mum that &lt;strong&gt;he was going to self-study&lt;/strong&gt; but instead, &lt;strong&gt;went to play soccer&lt;/strong&gt; with his friends. Hahahhaha. I'm feeling that God is on my side. &lt;strong&gt;He had this bruise on his head because something hit him&lt;/strong&gt; - which is good as well. Hahahhaahahah. Retribution - which is good as well. Hahahhaha. I'm feeling so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;, but it's good for him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had this back pain yesterday that almost killed me. Mum rubbed it with oil before I went to bed and she said there was this bump, and when she pressed this bump it hurts like hell. She said she'll bring me to go see a chinese sinseh &lt;em&gt;(see, she said, she will)&lt;/em&gt;, and I said I didn't want to go to a chinese doctor because it stinks and I don't like. She said she'll consider. And this morning she told me that my dad doesn't want, so I have to see a chinese sinseh. I was like, "&lt;em&gt;Fine lor...&lt;/em&gt;" I got rather pissed about it. I mean, I just want to do things the way I like, I'm growing up and I don't want to be under that much control already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I wonder when can I get my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt;'s coming back tonight. Received his message on my phone when I got out from the toilet this morning before school. But no more messages after I got to school. Hopefully I'll see him tomorrow or something - I don't know. I want to watch movie!&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Checked the timings for arrival flights from Brisbane. He said he'll return tonight. I only found details of &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; arrival flights for today. He said tonight, so there was only &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; possible time, which is 8plus. Which means he leaves Brisbane at 2 plus &lt;em&gt;(local time)&lt;/em&gt;. Well, let's see whether he texts me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't waxed my hair off, maybe later or something. I'm feeling so inexperieced.&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mum whether I could shave my leg&amp;amp;arm's hair, she immediately said &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt;. I said that a lot of the guys have said my legs are really hairy. She doesn't know the humilation that I'm going through because her leg hairs aren't obvious. I think that was the 3rd time I got pissed today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to wax them off later, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet connection is so unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want you to know, that I love you, honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-296224432735680662?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/296224432735680662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=296224432735680662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/296224432735680662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/296224432735680662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/school-as-usual-today.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2591019055358112061</id><published>2007-03-07T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:15:58.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re6Cv3Te_fI/AAAAAAAAADw/AcrytHfrjTY/s1600-h/cordeliasocute"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039108791885299186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re6Cv3Te_fI/AAAAAAAAADw/AcrytHfrjTY/s200/cordeliasocute" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re6CwHTe_gI/AAAAAAAAAD4/75OxsPXqHmU/s1600-h/cordelia+headcouncillor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039108796180266498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re6CwHTe_gI/AAAAAAAAAD4/75OxsPXqHmU/s200/cordelia+headcouncillor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re6CwXTe_hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RmWXhkBIcag/s1600-h/lalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039108800475233810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re6CwXTe_hI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RmWXhkBIcag/s200/lalala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re6CwXTe_iI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QGdoTVSBTNo/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039108800475233826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re6CwXTe_iI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QGdoTVSBTNo/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2591019055358112061?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2591019055358112061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2591019055358112061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2591019055358112061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2591019055358112061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re6Cv3Te_fI/AAAAAAAAADw/AcrytHfrjTY/s72-c/cordeliasocute' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-8100703576273301509</id><published>2007-03-07T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:16:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from school!&lt;br /&gt;I ate a&lt;strong&gt; Zinger&lt;/strong&gt; burger today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was boring. I can't stand English lessons. I feel so pissed whenever I see her face. I feel really lucky being placed right at the back of the class where I can do anything under the table. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Ate 2 bowls of &lt;em&gt;Mee Rebus&lt;/em&gt; for recess - I feel like I'm having obsessive eating disorder. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And I tied my hair for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Photobucket's not working.&lt;br /&gt;Upload the photos later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-8100703576273301509?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8100703576273301509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=8100703576273301509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8100703576273301509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8100703576273301509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-school-i-ate-zinger-burger.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-854045208694866745</id><published>2007-03-06T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:30:46.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes! I've finished art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to do maths now and go offline. My brother wants to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-854045208694866745?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/854045208694866745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=854045208694866745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/854045208694866745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/854045208694866745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-yes-ive-finished-art.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-7500854286622349771</id><published>2007-03-06T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:28:22.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re1QDnTe_cI/AAAAAAAAADY/Utsljf3gHJA/s1600-h/11mmstud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038771581117988290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re1QDnTe_cI/AAAAAAAAADY/Utsljf3gHJA/s200/11mmstud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 11mm stud that can't fit into my ear. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re1QEHTe_dI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3smTy_iJYs/s1600-h/eyebrowstud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038771589707922898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re1QEHTe_dI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3smTy_iJYs/s200/eyebrowstud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the eyebrow stud?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re1QE3Te_eI/AAAAAAAAADo/vh8GftUCGgE/s1600-h/headcouncillor2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038771602592824802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re1QE3Te_eI/AAAAAAAAADo/vh8GftUCGgE/s200/headcouncillor2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and the head councillor! My ass lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here are some photos! &lt;strong&gt;Click for the full-size image okay!&lt;/strong&gt; Please please. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-7500854286622349771?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7500854286622349771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=7500854286622349771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7500854286622349771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7500854286622349771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-11mm-stud-that-cant-fit-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6SuEf1piXQ4/Re1QDnTe_cI/AAAAAAAAADY/Utsljf3gHJA/s72-c/11mmstud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3350172252890337151</id><published>2007-03-06T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:45:53.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed the skin. &lt;strong&gt;I'm looking for something about love and it looks vintage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed back to&lt;strong&gt; Cbox&lt;/strong&gt; as well because I don't know how to place the codes for &lt;strong&gt;Haloscan &lt;/strong&gt;in this coding. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so lazy. I haven't done art and maths.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should not even touch junk food, I feel so... So, fat. I think I'm obsessed with myself. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's dumb and I think I've got a problem in my head.&lt;/span&gt; Whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I need to loosen up abit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3350172252890337151?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3350172252890337151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3350172252890337151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3350172252890337151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3350172252890337151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/changed-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-5304474961899091591</id><published>2007-03-06T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:01:13.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt;'s coming back on Thursday night!&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm able to watch a movie with him on Friday. :D But he has a paper and I don't know what time it is. I'll ask him when he gets back or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel so fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-5304474961899091591?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5304474961899091591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=5304474961899091591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5304474961899091591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5304474961899091591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-forgot-what-i-wanted-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-5053754570743358369</id><published>2007-03-06T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:36:14.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The bloody 11mm stud still doesn't want to go in. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sleepy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this fowarded mail from my mum. It was really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God will be there for you when you need someone to talk to, when nobody else is there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God loves us that's why he made the sun rise every morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-5053754570743358369?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5053754570743358369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=5053754570743358369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5053754570743358369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5053754570743358369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloody-11mm-stud-still-doesnt-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-5386988187705647850</id><published>2007-03-06T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T14:38:49.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back home already.&lt;br /&gt;Bought many muffins to eat. My favourite - &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;blueberry&lt;/span&gt;. And one chocolate chip for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don't know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling cranky and tired these few days. I think I'm PMS-ing. Sigh. I don't feel like talking to anyone and I just feel like sleeping.&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/2844356190358473540-5386988187705647850?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5386988187705647850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=5386988187705647850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5386988187705647850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5386988187705647850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-home-already.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-8358096727543755151</id><published>2007-03-05T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:30:01.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! I don't know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back all of our results already. I passed everything except English. This is my first time failing English - shocking. And the other results were only boderline passes. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming yesterday was fine.&lt;br /&gt;School today was boring, I feel like sleeping in class. I practically don't have the strength to even lift my eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's boring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow. Feel like going to bed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt;'s over in Brisbane, missing him so much. ): I'm going crazy everytime I don't receive his message in a day. Sigh. Well, I'm over the moon that he texted me today. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of inviting him over for dinner one day. My mum seems very curious about him. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a lot as well today. I'm feeling fat. I thought I will keep away from fast foods but I had sudden craving today so I had Double Cheeseburger meal after school. Oh my God, I think I have sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;I bought the 11mm ear stud, but it won't fit into my ear. I think I hurt my ear hole while trying to squeeze it through. I sprayed the alcohol onto the hole and I almost died. And I changed the stud inside the ear to the eyebrow stud already. Suprisingly it was so easy. Haha. And thanks to Boyfriend if not I wouldn't know what to do. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-8358096727543755151?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8358096727543755151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=8358096727543755151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8358096727543755151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8358096727543755151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-i-dont-know-what-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-7621330280755819737</id><published>2007-03-04T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:04:33.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. How old will you be in five years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Turning 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you think you'll be married by then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- My boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where do you most want to travel to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Around the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Some unknown overseas number which I didn't answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Call.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sleeping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are your parents married/separated/divorced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Married.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When is the last time you talked to your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- When we were having breakfast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many states have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I have forgotten how many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many cities/towns have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Forgotten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Bare feet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Breakfast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many glasses of water a day do you drink on average?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Very little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hmm. I would like to sleep alone unless it's with my boyfriend or something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you eat out or at home more often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I eat lunch out, dinner home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Not currently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you speak any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Definately window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hmm. Bags, shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you flirt alot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you dip a chicken nugget in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Curry + chilli sauce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If you could move to any state, where would you most want to move to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hmm. I don't know. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many girlfriends/ boyfriends have told you they love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- All of them - but some never mean it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought that you were going to marry a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you crushing on someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No. I'm loving someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happier single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Depends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told someone you loved them and didn't mean it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken someone's heart??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to any of ur exs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes, but it feels weird talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time and change things, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think any of your exes feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that you are a good boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you dated people who were not good to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been in an abusive relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in second chances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been given an engagement ring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Maybe later on in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you they wanted to marry you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Haha. Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever liked someone else's boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Song playing at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- It Ends Tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reasons for living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- To live.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think you're ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes, just a little hyper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever donated blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Black, grey, white.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Accessories you usually wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One song to describe a heartbreak in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Too Little Too Late.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last place you went to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person you went out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- My family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most exciting sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Swimming! LOL. Or rock climbing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ever had a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Movie you want to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Rock Balboa, Epic movie, Norbit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most romantic gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hmm. A rose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Act on stage before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Struck by lightning before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Danced with your loved ones before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ever wished you could turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What would you do if you woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Go back to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. One song that's meaningful to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Stolen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Missing whoever now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- My boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What will you be doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Go to school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ever thought of robbing a bank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes. But I won't do it. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. One thing you totally regret doing/done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hmm. There's one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do people like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Doubt so. Tsk tsk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the last game you played on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Someone who means a lot to you at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- My boyfriend, my friends, my family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.The color of your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- You mean the bedsheet? The bedsheet's navy blue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you hate someone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What do you wish to happen now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I wish... I won't tell you. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you ate pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Few weeks ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Ever been given a ring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do people think you're weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Movies now showing that you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hmm. I don't hate movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Most important thing in your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- My phone, my bed, the stereo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last movie watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- The Banquet - on DVD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Last television show watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Some cheerleading competition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who is the person you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- My boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever called a person useless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Somehow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-7621330280755819737?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7621330280755819737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=7621330280755819737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7621330280755819737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7621330280755819737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-5121517985485799320</id><published>2007-03-04T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T11:48:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching &lt;strong&gt;The Banquet&lt;/strong&gt;. I seriously don't understand the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm watching some cheerleading competition on channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-5121517985485799320?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5121517985485799320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=5121517985485799320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5121517985485799320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/5121517985485799320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-finished-watching-banquet.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-8409618129681033203</id><published>2007-03-04T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T10:36:55.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOD MORNING WORLD&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing &lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt; so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to continue to watch&lt;strong&gt; The Banquet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-8409618129681033203?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8409618129681033203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=8409618129681033203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8409618129681033203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/8409618129681033203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-morning-world-d-im-missing-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-7833192635737178193</id><published>2007-03-03T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:28:40.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY 200TH POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway through with &lt;strong&gt;The Banquet&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm pausing it to retire to bed. I'm really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, good night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-7833192635737178193?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7833192635737178193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=7833192635737178193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7833192635737178193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7833192635737178193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-200th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-635075753758550440</id><published>2007-03-03T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:10:00.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from keyboard class. Finally, I'm doing grade 2 theory. Haha! I feel so disgraced because I'm turning 16 already yet still doing grade 2 work. My god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt;'s been texting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Isn't it expensive for you to text me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey: I don't care. I miss you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Off to dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-635075753758550440?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/635075753758550440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=635075753758550440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/635075753758550440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/635075753758550440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-keyboard-class.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3659030593548617045</id><published>2007-03-03T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:38:47.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm appearing offline if you wonder why I'm blogging and tagging while I'm not on MSN. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3659030593548617045?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3659030593548617045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3659030593548617045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3659030593548617045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3659030593548617045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-appearing-offline-if-you-wonder-why.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-1959069382075036247</id><published>2007-03-03T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:00:30.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You are such a bitch, bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk. &lt;em&gt;Whatever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-1959069382075036247?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1959069382075036247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=1959069382075036247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1959069382075036247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1959069382075036247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-such-bitch-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-1692156113739939123</id><published>2007-03-03T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T16:26:09.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I go eat, I've done up the Haloscan. Feel free to tag. However, moderation is on, so I will reply your tags there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-1692156113739939123?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1692156113739939123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=1692156113739939123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1692156113739939123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1692156113739939123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/before-i-go-eat-ive-done-up-haloscan.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2562542498943646993</id><published>2007-03-03T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T16:06:02.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching &lt;strong&gt;Aquamarine&lt;/strong&gt;. My god, that show's so... What word shall I use to explain. Hmm, ok forget it. It's a really really nice show. It's a comedy but it makes people cry. It's really touching. Yea, I cried my eyes out. My head's spinning and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisbane's 2 hours ahead of us - I think. That's what I see from the world clock in my phone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm going to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2562542498943646993?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2562542498943646993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2562542498943646993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2562542498943646993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2562542498943646993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-finished-watching-aquamarine.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-2898895249872609558</id><published>2007-03-03T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T14:09:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall reply tags here from now onwards. Because Cbox has word limits. If not I'm considering Haloscan or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosental:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The holidays are coming up! Hopefully I can make time for the DMWU babes. I mean, it's only a week holiday before the term starts again. School life's pretty boring. Btw, are you coming back to NBSS?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and the pole-dancing thing, it was during PE and nobody had phones with us so we couldn't video it down. If there's a chance again we shall video it down and we're pretty amateur. Haha. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayguss:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I didn't watch channel 8. When I watch that kinda shows is only when I really have nothing to do, because I can't understand what they are saying and the subtitles are in chinese as well. Haha. I think Joe's cute. Is &lt;u&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/u&gt; their band? Because I haven't heard of them before. Haha! I don't know how to pole-danceeeee. Oh yes, you wanted to show me the guy in Friendster, you haven't show me! Leave the link in my tagboard or something. Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching &lt;strong&gt;Mr. And Mrs. Smith&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. Had to pause it until I got back from Grandparent's place. I think I kind of spoilt their wardrobe because I was trying to sit down but my body was having aches every where so I think I kinda "fell" on it. Haha. My mum saw it and I told her to keep it to herself. LOL. Oh well. The show wasn't up to my expectations, lucky I didn't waste money to watch it when it came out in the cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have finished watching &lt;strong&gt;Scary Movie 4&lt;/strong&gt;. It was so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey &lt;/strong&gt;texted me yesterday night before he flew off to Australia. He texted me again when he got there this morning. He said we should save money and go for a holiday together. I've always wanted to go to Alaska. But I don't know what's there, haven't done any research on it because I don't know where to start. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my body's aching everywhere. Hopefully I can swim tomorrow. Haha. I want to swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch another DVD after this. But I haven't made up my mind on what to watch yet.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll blog later.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-2898895249872609558?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2898895249872609558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=2898895249872609558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2898895249872609558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/2898895249872609558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-shall-reply-tags-here-from-now.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6165834985643439554</id><published>2007-03-02T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:58:05.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm halfway through watching &lt;strong&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/strong&gt;. I think it's a horribly boring show. I shall watch it 'til the end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt; texted me. And I just said I wanted to talk to him. After like, ten minutes, he called. Talked for a while. He told me his flight is in the evening, is it still evening? Oh well, haha. And he said he'll call me back. I hope it's not another excuse. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6165834985643439554?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6165834985643439554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6165834985643439554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6165834985643439554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6165834985643439554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-halfway-through-watching-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3850451782020376429</id><published>2007-03-02T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:09:47.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching &lt;strong&gt;The Guardian&lt;/strong&gt;. I remembered I watched it before, it's a really touching and inspiring movie.&lt;br /&gt;Tried calling &lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt; during the movie, wanted to hear his voice, but no answer. And no calls returned. Sometimes I'm wondering if he's serious or he's just playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He got me trusting him, to make my heart fall for him, I hope he's not backing out now.&lt;/span&gt; Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off for another movie. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3850451782020376429?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3850451782020376429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3850451782020376429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3850451782020376429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3850451782020376429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-finished-watching-guardian.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-1967788904704073318</id><published>2007-03-02T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:34:20.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum's moody as well. She's been shouting and screaming. I'm just keeping quiet because I don't want to lose my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's going to rain heavily. So, I shall have my lunch before going on my DVD-marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-1967788904704073318?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1967788904704073318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=1967788904704073318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1967788904704073318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1967788904704073318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-mums-moody-as-well.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-1115731033226891715</id><published>2007-03-02T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:13:56.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt;'s flying off today. ):&lt;br /&gt;But he said he'll watch &lt;strong&gt;Rocky Balboa&lt;/strong&gt; with me when he gets back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my brother's account is playing &lt;strong&gt;It Ends Tonight&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;non-stop&lt;/u&gt;. And it's the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; song that's repeating continuously.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered who sent the song to me in the past. It brought up memories, sad and happy, throughout that period of time. Short and sweet. I miss those times, but it will never occur again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You didn't treasure me, you blew your chances, now you want them back, but I doubt you're serious about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was pretty boring. Had Geography lesson and had a dumb test. I doubt I can pass because I didn't know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Had PE lesson, did the 5 items. And I didn't get a gold! Boo, I'm not happy. Mr Khairol dismissed us early, &lt;strong&gt;Mayguss&lt;/strong&gt; and I, and &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend &lt;/strong&gt;stayed at the pull-up area and pole danced! Tried to climb up and I tried to do a pull-up, I can't even make one lah. Stupid. Oh well, after that had POA lesson - nothing special. Had Chinese remedial and felt so like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I left school straight away after remedial because I felt really moody and didn't want to spoil &lt;strong&gt;Beloved &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;'s mood. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying home today. Not going out with anyone. I don't feel like it, I feel so moody and tired. Maybe I'll watch the DVDs that I've borrowed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I don't know why am I feeling moody today. Maybe I slept late yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I slept around 1plus after finishing &lt;em&gt;I and Village&lt;/em&gt; which looked totally crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to &lt;strong&gt;Affair&lt;/strong&gt; online now.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why on Earth do we have siblings. I mean, siblings which are of useful help are all right, but what about those that don't even bother to even care? If you disappear from the face of Earth, I think they won't feel a least bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever it is, you've gotta learn to accept things and adapt to it. Life is never fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-1115731033226891715?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1115731033226891715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=1115731033226891715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1115731033226891715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1115731033226891715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/honey-s-flying-off-today.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-1162811258358600121</id><published>2007-03-01T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:57:58.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today's a better day. And today's the 1st! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy One Month Honey.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a whole lot of problems yesterday, today's a better day and I'm glad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm feeling so relieved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back most of the results already. I'm not happy with the results, haven't reached my target. I will work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school in the morning, the sky was really dark. And the feeling was really cold, nice weather to sleep. Had&lt;strong&gt; Kissables&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Geraldine&lt;/strong&gt;! Thank youuuuuuu. Then hung out around school after dismissal, went home. Went to Boyfriend's stall to pack things up and an uncle from another stall gave me his name card asking me to call him. xD&lt;br /&gt;Went to slack around Serangoon Gardens because I was still rather early for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Headed for tuition and I done all the maths questions! I'm so glad that I could do it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm going to paint&lt;em&gt; Village and I&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and good night. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-1162811258358600121?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1162811258358600121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=1162811258358600121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1162811258358600121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/1162811258358600121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-better-day.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6542366052391193391</id><published>2007-02-28T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:09:17.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Shit. Fuck. Damn it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something horrible happened. I shall only share it with people I trust.&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/2844356190358473540-6542366052391193391?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6542366052391193391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6542366052391193391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6542366052391193391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6542366052391193391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/shit_28.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-7311112391792452587</id><published>2007-02-28T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:13:58.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little reflection before heading on to do my maths and art. I'm feeling kinda emo or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I just broke up with &lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;. I was heart broken and I thought I would never get over him or get attached for a long while. I kept going out and hanging out to keep my mind off of him. I tried my best not to cry, I kept my tears in. It wasn't a good feeling. Nobody was by my side except &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Beloved&lt;/strong&gt;. My mum knew how sad I was. I was with &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; most of the time because it was the long, boring holidays. She kept me laughing but my heart was still in pain. I didn't know how long I felt like that. I broke down a number of times. It felt better after letting everything out. At moments, I felt like killing myself - &lt;em&gt;but why kill myself over some guy that didn't treasure me? &lt;/em&gt;I stayed on, living on strong. I wanted to cut, I did, but not a hard one to make me bled non-stop. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just wish I had the courage to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started not long after the incident. Everything was going on great. I had put all of me into studies. And soon, the feeling was gone. I was the new &lt;strong&gt;Jolene&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;Jolene that was single and carefree&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't been single for &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;years then. It felt weird and lonely to be single, but I was loving it. It felt great, only thing that I had to do was to get used to it. I spent more time with friends and studies. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;But not long after being single and having dumb problems with &lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;, I met &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;. I was the one who wanted to know him. It was suprising that he wanted to contact me. I had forgotten about the problems relationship brought me. I was determined to not let anything affect me. But I couldn't, my temptation was too strong for me to handle. I let my heart rule my head, once again. The first time I saw &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; was at a pool. He was cool. But I didn't notice him. Barely before I knew him long, he developed feelings for me and so did I develop feelings for him. My feelings developed faster than his, and I knew I couldn't pull away. He got to know my character before knowing how I looked like. I was lucky and overjoyed at the same time that he didn't mind my age. Soon after, he became my boyfriend. I know I'm stepping into a relationship at the wrong time, with studies and the big O's approaching, but I'm sure I can handle it as I've matured quite a bit. I know I can do it. &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; has been treating me really well, and showering me with lots of love. I trust that he's not playing with my feelings and I'm not going to play with his feelings as well. This might be another serious relationship I'm getting into. I hope it'll last. But I know &lt;strong&gt;J &lt;/strong&gt;isn't ready to put down his most important asset for me, that is, his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;. I'll see how long he takes to let go of that. I know every guy loves freedom and never want to get tied down. I know, but I still love &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;, and I hope he loves me as well.&lt;br /&gt;Before getting together with &lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;, I was with &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; - my longest relationship ever. You all should know who I'm talking about. Being with &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;, not only brought me happiness, but sadness as well. Throughout the 2 years that I was with him, he took care of me. I thought we would last forever, but no, things change, &lt;u&gt;people change&lt;/u&gt;. I've changed and so did he. I grew up being with him, he was part of my life. But I had to put a stop to that, I knew I had to go on. He did a lot of things for me, sacrifices were made from the both of us. I sacrificed my most important sport, swimming, to spend more time with him, but I regret it so much now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I have wasted a part of my life on relationships. I don't know when I'm going to start achieving my goals. I feel that I've let myself down a lot. Sometimes I wish I was someone smarter, more daring and hotter. But God made me this way, I have learnt to accept &lt;em&gt;Fate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fate&lt;/em&gt; did a lot of things to me.&lt;em&gt; Fate&lt;/em&gt; brought me joy, love and heart breaks. I must thank &lt;em&gt;Fate&lt;/em&gt; for bringing &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; and me together. I don't want the relationship to turn sour.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God, I thank my friends who have been there for me through thick and thin, I thank my family and I thank &lt;em&gt;Fate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I live life the way I like it to be, even though I'm not really happy with what I have now. I want to pursue the dreams I have, and I will try my best to do it. I want, and I will. I can do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-7311112391792452587?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7311112391792452587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=7311112391792452587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7311112391792452587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/7311112391792452587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-reflection-before-heading-on-to.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6012554171687594216</id><published>2007-02-28T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:26:06.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Change of plans. Not going for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my internet connection not stable again. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6012554171687594216?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6012554171687594216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6012554171687594216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6012554171687594216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6012554171687594216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/change-of-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-6316903646594783485</id><published>2007-02-28T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:02:58.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A short post before I head for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the&lt;strong&gt; 1st&lt;/strong&gt;. I wonder&lt;strong&gt; Honey&lt;/strong&gt; remembers or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last 2 papers for the common test. I think I pretty screwed them up. I can't find my paintbrushes so took one from &lt;strong&gt;Beloved &lt;/strong&gt;and one from Huda. But I guess it was not my brushes that's why I couldn't do the effect that I am comfortable with. Oh well, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;failed&lt;/u&gt; my English, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;'s on 2 days MC. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in school after dismissal because it was raining pretty heavily, and it still is. Ate lunch with &lt;strong&gt;Beloved&lt;/strong&gt;. Talked to &lt;strong&gt;Affair&lt;/strong&gt; on the phone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I forgotten to go find &lt;strong&gt;Geraldine&lt;/strong&gt; at her class. It totally slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll go find you tomorrow morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish up the painting for sumbission tomorrow. Sigh. I can't find my paintbrushes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going for tuition already.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-6316903646594783485?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6316903646594783485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=6316903646594783485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6316903646594783485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/6316903646594783485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/short-post-before-i-head-for-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-736769209664191540</id><published>2007-02-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:32:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt; texted me! :D I'm so happy. I miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I finished my art!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm taking a break before continuing on my Chemistry revision. Just going to do some rough revision. I'm going to fail anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's been really irritating since the time he got home. I feel like slapping him across the face or even screaming at him 'til he surrenders. &lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, burning oil again tonight. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-736769209664191540?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/736769209664191540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=736769209664191540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/736769209664191540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/736769209664191540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/honey-texted-me-d-im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-4464359876194331681</id><published>2007-02-27T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:33:17.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I mention that &lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt; texted me yesterday night before he slept at 1.30am? Well, he did. And I was pretty touched about it. I mean, he didn't text me the whole day except for wishing me good morning.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't wish me good morning today. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given up on the painful process. It's take way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 papers tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I should be doing art right now. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-4464359876194331681?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4464359876194331681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=4464359876194331681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4464359876194331681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/4464359876194331681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/did-i-mention-that-honey-texted-me.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3967243638781194668</id><published>2007-02-27T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:23:14.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished editing the skin. I don't know what to do. I'm feeling so tired. I think I'm going to burn midnight oil again tonight. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start on my art. Good luck everybody. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes,&lt;strong&gt; Honey&lt;/strong&gt; isn't going Australia to stay. He's going there for a holiday. He'll be back in a week or so. He talked to me about it before. Saying after he comes back his school is going to start. And April or so he's going Thailand with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he has a good life.&lt;br /&gt;While I need to bear with school for a few more months. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3967243638781194668?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3967243638781194668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3967243638781194668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3967243638781194668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3967243638781194668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-finished-editing-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844356190358473540.post-3535553497086360891</id><published>2007-02-27T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:48:06.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa, it's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; process.&lt;br /&gt;Was doing it halfway while my mum came home. So I quickly stopped. Haha. It's really really painful... And a long process as well. zZz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for pictures to do on art. I still don't know what to do. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;And my brother is so f-ing noisy. &lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted &lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt; just now. Asking him how come he didn't text me as often as before. He said he was busy with work. Well... Never mind. He's flying off to Australia this Friday. Pretty quick how time flies. I hope he'll miss me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2844356190358473540-3535553497086360891?l=stolen-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3535553497086360891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2844356190358473540&amp;postID=3535553497086360891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3535553497086360891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2844356190358473540/posts/default/3535553497086360891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolen-myheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/whoa-its-painful-process.html' title=''/><author><name>j0Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078089078831867929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
