<?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-34849337</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:36:59.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sinner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-4924399181633552141</id><published>2008-01-02T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:17:16.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my besties - Cass, Brenda, Shannon, Jacinta, Joe and Lois. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-4924399181633552141?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/4924399181633552141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=4924399181633552141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/4924399181633552141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/4924399181633552141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-my-besties-cass-brenda-shannon.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-5978700790897639341</id><published>2008-01-02T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:15:54.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its  the second day of 2008. And still....ever since that ' fight' no one at home is still talking to me..=( Everyone else is either working, sec5 or they went for the 3 week jc thingy. I feel so bored and lonely at home..this sucks! And...its like the end of secondary school life for most of us. Soon we will be moving on to a poly or jc. And its definetely no guarantee that we will end up in the same poly or jc and in the same course together. Its like..everyone is moving on with their own life and in separate directions... =( I can still make new friends but it wont be the same. I am sooo sooo gonna miss everyone when the time comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...people close to me wants to migrate. Like...Jacinta, Shannon and Cass....=(&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO LONELY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-5978700790897639341?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/5978700790897639341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=5978700790897639341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/5978700790897639341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/5978700790897639341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-second-day-of-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-2800106517795981579</id><published>2007-12-03T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:02:34.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah..i know its been a LONG LONG time...&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like blogging again...&lt;br /&gt;Well the O's are over and the holidays have started..&lt;br /&gt;At first it was okay..&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that there wasnt gonna be any more school..&lt;br /&gt;However.....now im kinda 'hating' the holidays cause like...&lt;br /&gt;ITS SOOOOOO BORING LUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, im currently feeling upset..&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is the main reason why i felt like blogging..&lt;br /&gt;Im confused..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if im over Pradeep...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think i am..&lt;br /&gt;Other times i think im not..&lt;br /&gt;Like what the heck?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I dont know la...&lt;br /&gt;Im just super hurt over everything that has happened...&lt;br /&gt;And...its been 6 months now..&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Pam along with 5 others thinks im not myself anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Pam said she noticed that im like loosing the joy in me since 6 months ago..&lt;br /&gt;And you know what..&lt;br /&gt;I feel it too..&lt;br /&gt;Im like always sooo upset these days...&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is because of Pradeep..&lt;br /&gt;He is like there..&lt;br /&gt;Always stuck at the back of my heart and somewhere deep down my heart.&lt;br /&gt;He is just there to ruin my life..&lt;br /&gt;But...i still like him...I THINK...&lt;br /&gt;I dont know luh..&lt;br /&gt;This just sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats not all...&lt;br /&gt;I freaking miss my friend like crazy...&lt;br /&gt;He really means a lot to me..&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go through these kinda things together..&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHAT HE TOLD ME!&lt;br /&gt;And right now..&lt;br /&gt;I need him..&lt;br /&gt;My friend..&lt;br /&gt;He is just not there....anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Its really upsetting..&lt;br /&gt;And right now, i cant stop crying...&lt;br /&gt;I lost two very important people in my life...&lt;br /&gt;I cant say anything any further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God..if you are really up there...just please....get me my friend back....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-2800106517795981579?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/2800106517795981579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=2800106517795981579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2800106517795981579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2800106517795981579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-700495726508451890</id><published>2007-10-16T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T01:49:28.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 1.49am in the morning and i cant sleep! *crys away!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-700495726508451890?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/700495726508451890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=700495726508451890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/700495726508451890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/700495726508451890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-3267523714361850405</id><published>2007-09-17T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:14:25.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came across this website....confucius say quotes... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2725.html"&gt;Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2725.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=2725"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2725.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;- More quotations on: [&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/mistakes/"&gt;Mistakes&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/38001.html"&gt;Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/38001.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=38001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/38001.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29399.html"&gt;Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29399.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=29399"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29399.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2656.html"&gt;Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2656.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=2656"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2656.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;- More quotations on: [&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/kindness/"&gt;Kindness&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2283.html"&gt;He who will not economize will have to agonize.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2283.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=2283"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2283.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/25848.html"&gt;I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/25848.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=25848"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/25848.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/28879.html"&gt;Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon and star.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/28879.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=28879"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/28879.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;- More quotations on: [&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/ignorance/"&gt;Ignorance&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/3132.html"&gt;It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/3132.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=3132"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/3132.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29397.html"&gt;Men's natures are alike, it is their habits that carry them far apart.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29397.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=29397"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29397.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39759.html"&gt;Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39759.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=39759"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39759.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/28780.html"&gt;Respect yourself and others will respect you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/28780.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=28780"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/28780.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;- More quotations on: [&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/respect/"&gt;Respect&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29259.html"&gt;Study the past if you would define the future.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29259.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=29259"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29259.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2821.html"&gt;The superior man, when resting in safety, does not forget that danger may come. When in a state of security he does not forget the possibility of ruin. When all is orderly, he does not forget that disorder may come. Thus his person is not endangered, and his States and all their clans are preserved.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2821.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=2821"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2821.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;- More quotations on: [&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/security/"&gt;Security&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/9547.html"&gt;To be able under all circumstances to practice five things constitutes perfect virtue; these five things are gravity, generosity of soul, sincerity, earnestness and kindness.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/9547.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=9547"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/9547.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/38921.html"&gt;To see what is right and not to do it is want of courage.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/38921.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=38921"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/38921.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2769.html"&gt;To see what is right, and not to do it, is want of courage or of principle.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2769.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=2769"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2769.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29398.html"&gt;What the superior man seeks is in himself; what the small man seeks is in others. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29398.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=29398"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29398.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2351.html"&gt;When anger rises, think of the consequences.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2351.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=2351"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2351.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;- More quotations on: [&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/anger/"&gt;Anger&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/3088.html"&gt;When we see men of a contrary character, we should turn inwards and examine ourselves.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/3088.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=3088"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/3088.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/3019.html"&gt;Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/3019.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=3019"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/3019.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29767.html"&gt;They must often change who would be constant in happiness or wisdom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29767.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=29767"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29767.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius, Analects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24070.html"&gt;By nature, men are nearly alike; by practice, they get to be wide apart.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24070.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=24070"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24070.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius, The Confucian Analects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24033.html"&gt;Fine words and an insinuating appearance are seldom associated with true virtue.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24033.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=24033"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24033.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius, The Confucian Analects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24036.html"&gt;Have no friends not equal to yourself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24036.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=24036"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24036.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius, The Confucian Analects&lt;br /&gt;- More quotations on: [&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/friendship/"&gt;Friendship&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24038.html"&gt;He who exercises government by means of his virtue may be compared to the north polar star, which keeps its place and all the stars turn towards it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24038.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=24038"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24038.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius, The Confucian Analects&lt;br /&gt;- More quotations on: [&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/exercise/"&gt;Exercise&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24060.html"&gt;He who speaks without modesty will find it difficult to make his words good.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24060.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=24060"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24060.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius, The Confucian Analects&lt;br /&gt;- More quotations on: [&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/humility/"&gt;Humility&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24056.html"&gt;He with whom neither slander that gradually soaks into the mind, nor statements that startle like a wound in the flesh, are successful may be called intelligent indeed.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24056.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=24056"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24056.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius, The Confucian Analects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24035.html"&gt;Hold faithfulness and sincerity as first principles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24035.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=24035"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24035.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius, The Confucian Analects&lt;br /&gt;- More quotations on: [&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/faith/"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24050.html"&gt;I am not one who was born in the possession of knowledge; I am one who is fond of antiquity, and earnest in seeking it there.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24050.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=24050"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/24050.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confucius, The Confucian Analects&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-3267523714361850405?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/3267523714361850405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=3267523714361850405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3267523714361850405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3267523714361850405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-came-across-this-website.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-3395717160497652487</id><published>2007-09-16T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:08:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the feast day in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was nice...lots of singing and dancing and food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even saw Mr Teo selling chicken rice.. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halfway, Brenda, Tang, Bryan, Greg, Mat Ben and i went to starbucks to chill for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Mat Ben went home and Cass came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then...the guys went home and us girls went for undergarments shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this song sang by someone from church today is still stuck in my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Stand By Me - Song Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;As performed by Ben E. KingA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;# 1 R&amp;amp;B and # 4 Top 40 hit from 1961&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Re-released in 1986 for the movie of the same name and hit # 9 on the Top 40 charts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;An excellent first dance song at weddings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When the night has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And the land is dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And the moon is the only light we'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No, I won't be afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No, I won't be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just as long as you stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Stand by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So darling darling, stand by me, oh, stand by me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh, stand, stand by me, stand by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;If the sky that we look upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Should tumble and fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Or the Mountain should crumble in the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I won't cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I won't cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No I won't shed a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So ,darling, darling, stand by me, oh, stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh, stand, stand by me, stand by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110771889801907010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/Ru0b9Kuxy0I/AAAAAAAAARM/13MmBZoXPSk/s400/16+Spetember+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-3395717160497652487?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/3395717160497652487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=3395717160497652487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3395717160497652487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3395717160497652487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-feast-day-in-church.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/Ru0b9Kuxy0I/AAAAAAAAARM/13MmBZoXPSk/s72-c/16+Spetember+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-159541756968675856</id><published>2007-09-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:11:58.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did my History prelims today...it was okay..i guess... After school, went home with Nishaa and met Kumari under my block at 7pm. We walked to Nee Soon CC to have tuition. Reached home around 10 plus. Argh! Tomorrow is Physics and POA paper 2. Can i do it? Im more or less ready for POA..But Physics? SIGHS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss those times i used to stay up late in the night watching movies with my dad. I remember always watching Alley Mcbeal with my dad. I miss those times i used to go out with my dad. Those times we used to go for jouy rides, those times i used to follow my dad around while he visits his friends, those times he used to tell me stories, those times we used to snuggle in bed and ''wrestle'', those times we used to have our mini fights, those kisses i never failed to give you, those times i used to get pissed with you, those times when everything around me left me in the dark, the little things you would say or do that would light it up, those times you always managed to make me smile, those times..u WERE my main source of motivation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DADDY...I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU TERRIBLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;....if only things were different..if only mummy and you didnt get that divorce..how wonderful would life be for me now...:'(. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watching ''Alley Mcbeal'' act in ''Brothers and Sisters'', made me think of this...=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A permanent scar in my heart would be that im away from you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-159541756968675856?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/159541756968675856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=159541756968675856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/159541756968675856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/159541756968675856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-did-my-history-prelims-today.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-8836171238838221239</id><published>2007-09-09T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T16:01:03.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Recorded by "Cutting Crew"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Album: "Broadcast" - 1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I keep looking for something I can't get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Broken hearts lie all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I don't see an easy way out of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Her diary, it sits on the bedside table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The curtains are closed, the cat's in the cradle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Chorus)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, I just died in your arms tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; It must've been something you said,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just died in your arms tonight  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, I just died in your arms tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; It must've been some kind of kiss  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I should've walked away, I should've walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is there any just cause for feeling like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On the surface I'm a name on a list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I try to be discreet, but then blow it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've lost and found, it's my final mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She's loving by proxy, no give and all take'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cause I've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; (Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It was a long hot night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She made it easy, she made it feel right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But now it's over, the moment is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I followed my hands, not my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know I was wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; (Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iWIITLKEMM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iWIITLKEMM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-8836171238838221239?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/8836171238838221239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=8836171238838221239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8836171238838221239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8836171238838221239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/09/recorded-by-cutting-crew-album.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-7943993543099876821</id><published>2007-09-09T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:51:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 September 2007 - Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Had tuition in the morning. Slept in the afternoon. And followed mummy to a wedding in the night. It was at Foo Chow building. The wedding was okay luh. The only highlight was that this cocasion guy..took off his shirt on stage while playing this game. WAH! DAMN SHOIK la his body. TEEHEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 September 2007 -TODAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Went to church in the morning. Met cass and had breakfast. Then went for mass with Cass, Shannon and Matthew Benedict. After mass, sat with the three of them and Nicole and Rajiv in the canteen. Both Shannon and Matthew Ben kept making a big fuss about how curry puffs are sooo good. Haha Cass was upset or something and Matthew said '' Go get a curry puff. It will make u feel better.'' LOL! Then Shannon and Matthew Benedict and i walked home. Its a good thing we live so near each other. And i had tutition. Tuition with Kumari just ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Events to look forward to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1. Harri's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2. Cassandra's 16th birthday party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3. Christine's wedding although its next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;4. The last paper of the O lvels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;5. SHOPPING LIKE CRAZY after the O levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;6. The possibility of going to India at the end of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;7. More outings with Kumari and her friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;8. Jacinta's and my anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;9. Mummy's birthday - 25 October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;10. Sheila and Alex's arrival in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;YAYNESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-7943993543099876821?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/7943993543099876821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=7943993543099876821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7943993543099876821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7943993543099876821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/09/8-september-2007-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-6277278354558187487</id><published>2007-09-09T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:42:52.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7 September 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108106536288441762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RuOj1LJS1aI/AAAAAAAAARE/HtNPRb4G8pM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its happening again! Im crying over Pradeep again. Melissa told me that they are not going on. Michelle told me the same cause she wanted to be friends. But Jeeviyan and Keeran said they are just that they want to keep it low profile. Life just sucks. If Jeeviyan knows about this, then wouldn’t the rest of the guys know this too? So im left in the dark again. Everyone knew the one thing I should know and I didn’t till now? FUCK! I cant stop crying. Crying and crying and crying. Its been like an hour and a half since I started crying. I want to stop. But I just cant! I thought I was over you..but now I find myself questioning myself again. Am I really? I hate the world! I hate everyone! I have never felt sooo depressed before. Have I been too nice that people are taking advantage of me? Maybe its time to change. The Christine you people know is slowly dying. The new Christine will reborn soon. And shes not gonna be nice anymore. Shes gonna be freaking mean! So watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stop eating and shopping and bathing. I CANT STOP! I guess it’s a way to show how depressed and stressed up I am. SIGHS…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I suddenly felt so stressed up and upset cause my sister was so mean to me that I went to the chapel to pray. I was the only one there. Thank god! I prayed and I felt better. I spent about 20 minutes in there. And I walked out of church feeling normal again. But now….im in another emotional breakdown. I need help. SERIOSULY! Ive even got thoughts on suicidal…sighs…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-6277278354558187487?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/6277278354558187487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=6277278354558187487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6277278354558187487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6277278354558187487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/09/7-september-2007-its-happening-again-im.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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/_SJorJgx91sk/RuOj1LJS1aI/AAAAAAAAARE/HtNPRb4G8pM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-6932287359648669091</id><published>2007-09-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:53:17.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A piece of advise : Concentrate on your studies and make it your first priority. Because boys and looks and fashion will kill your time and make you a total loser!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-6932287359648669091?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/6932287359648669091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=6932287359648669091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6932287359648669091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6932287359648669091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/09/piece-of-advise-concentrate-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-3429585631709391767</id><published>2007-09-05T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:48:44.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 days of the September holidays has passed and i havent really start studying yet. FUCK! Ive been going out or just sleeping the whole day away. SIGH! Tomorrow im gonna start studying if not...well, if not its myown pasat. Im gonna die when it comes to the sitting of the O level paper and when it comes to the results. IVE GOT TO EFFING WORK HARD NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MY AIMS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ENGLISH - A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TAMIL 'B' SYLLABUS - DISTINCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;POA - A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MATHS - A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;COMBINED SCIENCE - A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;COMBINED HUMANITIES - A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ART - B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TOTAL POINTS FOR 6 SUBJECTS - 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Will i do it?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-3429585631709391767?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/3429585631709391767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=3429585631709391767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3429585631709391767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3429585631709391767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/09/5-days-of-september-holidays-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-4766735524091184744</id><published>2007-09-04T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:37:58.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i went out with Kumari to the Army Open house in Jurong. We met her friends Harri, Bala and Renu. It was fun. But i was the only 16 year old. Everyone else was 20 years old.  Hehe nothing wrong with that luh actually. First Kumari came to my house to give me tuition. Then we left and went to Vivocity. Met her sister, Amala, and her boyfriend there. Then Harri came. From there, we went to chinatown to buy Bala slippers and off we cabbed down to the Army Open house. We walked around. It was okay. A lil boring for me. BUT....A LOT of handsome guys. WHOOOOTS! Hehe. Then Bala, Kumari, Harri and i went to Causeway point. Met Renu there and we had dinner at Pasta Mania. Bala paid for everything! Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i woke up at 6am. Then i went back to sleep and woke up at 6.30am. And went back to sleep again and finally woke up at 6.45am. Hehe took a bath n met Nishaa. Then we went to school. On the way i bought Ya Kun Kaya toast for breakfast. We met Humairah at the interchange and took 859. Went to school for art. I had to finish up my coursework. I took pictures of the art work but i dont think i should put them up here. I doubt they will be okay with it. Sighs! Thats about it. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-4766735524091184744?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/4766735524091184744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=4766735524091184744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/4766735524091184744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/4766735524091184744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-i-went-out-with-kumari-to.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-6197873972533669116</id><published>2007-09-01T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:22:18.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woah! Im exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;Went for mass with Brenda and Cassandra. Then we went to North Point..we wanted to watch EVAN ALMIGHTY! But the movie only started at 9pm and mass ended at 7pm. We walked to North Point. Then we went to buy tickets. After that, Cass went to draw money and on the way, we met Jeramaire. Since we had SO MUCH time, we walked Jeramaire to the bus stop and waited till his bus came. We were laughing like crazy at the bus stop lah. Actually interchange. I was trying to describe the Blessed Sacrament church to Jeramaire but i didnt know how exactly. So this was what i said....the brown chruch thats going down and that has goats, chickens and sheeps. HAHA! Okay after he left, we ate at Long Johns and then went to watch the movie. The movie was nice lah. It ended around 10.40pm. Then Cass, Brend and i cam whored at the interchange. Hehex.. And as usual....i walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesteday was the Teachers Day Celebrations in YTSS...was fun luh. My class performed on stage. We danced to the Crazy frog song. The one that goes ding ding! Our moves were quite funny but im sure Mr Teo liked it. =) I gave Mr Teo an orange flower and a card...more like a letter luh. Haha..When he took the flower from me, he screamed at the flower. I nearly had a heart attack. LOLS! Then my class took a class photo. Everything was nice la. The concert ended around 9 something. Early huh? Nishaa and i stayed in school till 11 plus. We were taking pictures with like EVERYONE! haha... Errm then we met Thiru and Humairah. Went back to Yishun with them. Then we ate at Long Johns and met Jacinta. Then Humairah and Nishaa went home to change cause they wanted to watch a movie. After eating, we met Suganthi and her boyfriend, Vicky. We went under 201 and talked and talked. Was fun and nice. Haha yups thats about it. Enjoy the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105270839965832098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmQx7JS06I/AAAAAAAAANE/eiqGqspeSzQ/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Humairah and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105270844260799410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmQyLJS07I/AAAAAAAAANM/Ltpyxb8MTcg/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Humairah, Inul and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105270848555766722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmQybJS08I/AAAAAAAAANU/A7FBwhRkMlg/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Suganthi and i under 201&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105270857145701330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmQy7JS09I/AAAAAAAAANc/Z1Adh-BuUG8/s400/PHOT0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Nishaa and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105270861440668642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmQzLJS0-I/AAAAAAAAANk/tNDDlJdaTUE/s400/PHOT0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Nikita and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105272291664778226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmSGbJS0_I/AAAAAAAAANs/ZG7earHACqw/s400/PHOT0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Mr Teo and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105272295959745538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmSGrJS1AI/AAAAAAAAAN0/BUTFegsMhfs/s400/PHOT0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Logesh and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105272304549680146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmSHLJS1BI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Y7_yrGiSOVw/s400/PHOT0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Nishaa and i again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105272308844647458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmSHbJS1CI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DHEQgnmibBM/s400/PHOT0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Ramyaa and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105272317434582066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmSH7JS1DI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vWzLCHjuus0/s400/PHOT0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Ridhwuan and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105273657464378434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmTV7JS1EI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zs8xHgnT1Mc/s400/PHOT0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yiling, Deniece, Me, Yin Qing and Lee Yee&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105273666054313042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmTWbJS1FI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CKYKg2HHxEw/s400/PHOT0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Afiq, Me, Akmal and Ridhwuan&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105273678939214962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmTXLJS1HI/AAAAAAAAAOs/81Zv7I7g9jk/s400/PHOT0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ken Roy and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105273670349280354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmTWrJS1GI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4Dpk3X16f1s/s400/PHOT0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mizrahi and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105273683234182274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmTXbJS1II/AAAAAAAAAO0/M5BexGcd1dQ/s400/PHOT0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Manoj and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105275800653059218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmVSrJS1JI/AAAAAAAAAO8/olJrs5QVEcQ/s400/PHOT0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vijayan and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105275804948026530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmVS7JS1KI/AAAAAAAAAPE/t6jc5aq09Ko/s400/PHOT0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jannah and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105275809242993842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmVTLJS1LI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NdWaQmYjgEw/s400/PHOT0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeeviyan and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105275817832928450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmVTrJS1MI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UawFD7Bhe3U/s400/PHOT0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeeviyan and i emoing..haha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105275826422863058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmVULJS1NI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9jT6NUR5AMY/s400/PHOT0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Israel and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105278622446572786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmX27JS1PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8jZVbhw1FSE/s400/PHOT0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Billy and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105278613856638178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmX2bJS1OI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aw5qdYpR2fY/s400/PHOT0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ragu and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105278631036507394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmX3bJS1QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Pa_EHlkFGtM/s400/PHOT0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me emoing&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105278639626442002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmX37JS1RI/AAAAAAAAAP8/G6n-jqdWwDE/s400/PHOT0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Israel, me and Jeeviyan&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105278652511343906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmX4rJS1SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uAcWeXvM6eM/s400/PHOT0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jai and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105283789292229938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmcjrJS1TI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AodhXPCS96M/s400/PHOT0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jai, Ragu, Zahirudin, Me and Billy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105283793587197250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/Rtmcj7JS1UI/AAAAAAAAAQU/A2qp9_VP_rY/s400/PHOT0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Saran and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105283802177131858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmckbJS1VI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qFYRPlfp1Bc/s400/PHOT0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pradeep and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105283840831837554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmcmrJS1XI/AAAAAAAAAQs/eMZ4kgQm-MM/s400/PHOT0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105284837264250258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmdgrJS1ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Gz6aAVej5T4/s400/PHOT0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sivaranjini and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105284824379348354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/Rtmdf7JS1YI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Y-XHa0B4GgM/s400/PHOT0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with a retarded face...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-6197873972533669116?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/6197873972533669116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=6197873972533669116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6197873972533669116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6197873972533669116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/09/woah-im-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtmQx7JS06I/AAAAAAAAANE/eiqGqspeSzQ/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-7487588484083178069</id><published>2007-08-30T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:52:10.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay...i saw Cassandra and Alfred today morning just before going to school. Hmmm we talked for a while. Then i went to school. We didnt do or rather study much in school today. After the morning assembly, us sec4E and 5N had to go to the hall for a briefing. Because of that, we missed like 45 minutes of E Maths lesson. After E Maths was POA. Ms Goh had to go off for i dont know what as usual. WHATS NEW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was recess. This time, Nishaa and i stayed in class with Ramyaa, Deniece, Yvonne Oh and Lan Yun. Hehe was fun luh. Then it was English and Social Studies after recess. Then..we practiced for the class dance for teachers day which is tomorrow. We had lunch - Yin Qing, Yuling, Yvonne Oh, Lan Yun, Ligeng, Lee Yee, Nishaa and i. After that we had like two rounds of teachers day rehearsal. Started at 3.30pm. Ended at 6.48pm. ARGH! Okay..was fun luh actually. So exciting! Hahas..a few of the other class performances were nice too. My class is dancing for the Crazy Frog song. The video clip is somewhere in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rehearsal, Nishaa and i quickly left school to avoid the crowd. At the Mama shop, i saw Brenda...On the way to the bus stop, Vijayan's cousin, Dinesh talked to me. This was how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dinesh : Vijayan left school already ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Me: Ya, he left school quite long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dinesh: Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Me: Hey whats your name ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dinesh: Dinesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Me: Ohh okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dinesh: Hey dont mind i ask you ah...are you attached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Me: No..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dinesh: Oh..so you dont mind if i ask you for stead la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Me: I dont even know you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dinesh: What if you get to know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Me: Haha..see how lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dinesh: OK...Eh! Dont tell Vijayan ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Me: OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dinesh: Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Me: Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha WEIRD lah! When Nishaa and i alighted from the bus at North Point's bus interchange, we went shoppinh for about an hour. Haha i bought for Nishaa a black shirt from Espirit. Then at the market near our house, i bought a new shoe. Yeps thats about it. I need to meet Nishaa at 6am under my block tomorrow. So yeah..see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-7487588484083178069?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/7487588484083178069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=7487588484083178069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7487588484083178069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7487588484083178069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-3519895177339950036</id><published>2007-08-30T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:01:34.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now..i should be sleeping and getting enough energy for myself for school tomorrow..BUT...instead, i found myself crying. And i had some flashbacks. They are all about Pradeep. I miss him terribly...yet..i hate him for what he did to me. Then again, i cant blame him. He said he hates me cause i threatened Michelle( his gf) when we were in sec 2. Truth is ... I DID'NT! Why would anyone say that i did? I mean..im the one who gets bullied. I dont bully others. Im not that kinda girl! REALLY!!! This Friday would be the second last day. Then his N levels will start. The probability of seeing him is like 1%? This sucks. I want to talk to him. But how? The VERY LAST day i would see him is on the 10 of October 2007. GRADUATION DAY. SIGH! I feel so freaking upset. I keep having these flashbacks about him whenever i get upset. And then i realise...im upset because of him. I may look like im okay. I may joke around and smile alot. I may be like a clown. But all that is on the outside. Who ever said im the same on he inside. IM NOT! Im freaking crushed and depressed. I feel like ive been torn apart. Imagine having to love somone for four years! I said this before and ill say it again: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I SWEAR, I CAN NEVER LOVE ANYONE THE SAME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Those are words i really mean. Yes i may be crushing on my new eye candy...but it isnt the same like how it was like with Pradeep. Now, he belongs to Michelle. She used to be my best friend. Then she used to be my friend. She LIED to me. Just to get my friendship. But why? Why not let the truth out? Its not like i mean anything to you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It pains me inside to see you loving another. Its kills me to see you belonging to another. Reality sucks. I may be attached to him now. But truth is, i dont really like him. I dont know why but whenever im upset, i do stupid things. Things that will make me regret. I WANNA BE A BACHERLORETTE. I rather be single than to get my heart hurt again. Im hurt and brokened on the inside. Nothing can ever make it a whole again. I may get over this COMPLETELY in the future. But...this is something im forever gonna hold on to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont be surprised if you see me with red puffy eyes tomorrow and a depressed face as though someone passed away. Cause someone did and thats me. Im upset over my death. And im gonna have my own funeral. Soon..will invite ya all. Till then...see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE DAY WHEN I LOOK BACK, I HOPE I DONT REGRET DOING THIS...CAUSE I REALLY DID LOVE YOU.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104168334745850370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtWmDrJS0gI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qbWzdx2JZoQ/s400/e5km.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-3519895177339950036?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/3519895177339950036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=3519895177339950036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3519895177339950036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3519895177339950036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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/_SJorJgx91sk/RtWmDrJS0gI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qbWzdx2JZoQ/s72-c/e5km.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-7304089901759077025</id><published>2007-08-29T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:15:40.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Okay yesterday's Social Studies was easy but the Chemistry paper was UBER DIFFICULT lah! After the paper, Nishaa, Priyaa, Lois and i went to Sunplaza to have lunch. After that Lois and i went to the library while Nishaa and Priyaa went to buy more food. LOLS. Then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my Tamil B syllabus prelim paper 1 and 2. I didnt know i had to be in school by 8.25am. I thought i only needed to be in school by 9am. 15 minutes before the paper starts. Then Mr Tan Chin Huat was like why are you late? Then i said...''I got prelim today''. And he said...&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;''YOU THINK YOUR PRELIM BIG AH?''&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaa damn funny lah..I burst out laughing in front of him. When he turned around i ran away and thus... IM NOT LATE TODAY! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;The paper was okay..but...i just hope i dont fail it this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH! Tomorrow school is back to normal because theres no prelim tomorrow. School ends at like 5pm and ive got tuition tomorrow. AHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-7304089901759077025?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/7304089901759077025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=7304089901759077025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7304089901759077025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7304089901759077025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/hellooooooo-okay-yesterdays-social.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-335100559836206241</id><published>2007-08-28T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:49:36.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXlQh6JRVgI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXlQh6JRVgI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-335100559836206241?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/335100559836206241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=335100559836206241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/335100559836206241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/335100559836206241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-4757040600195274006</id><published>2007-08-28T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:44:13.816+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 bg align="center" style="color:#BFE9FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEF4FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Most things in your life are organized and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for you to feel shaken, worried, or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;You often worry, and your worries prevent you from living life fully.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be emotionally reactive and moody. Your either flying very high or feeling very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&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/34849337-4757040600195274006?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/4757040600195274006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=4757040600195274006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/4757040600195274006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/4757040600195274006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-five-factor-personality-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-3415468671618394337</id><published>2007-08-27T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:33:33.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys all! I did my English paper 1 and 2 and Maths paper 1 prelim today. English was easy. Maths was OKAY...thats a bad sign. Maths was always easy for me ...i can never find myself saying that its OKAY...i need to do MORE PRACTICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm everything was fine today. Lois and i took the bus back to Yishun together. Then we went to buy bread and sat at the interchange. Then Nishaa and Thiru came. We decided to walk home. On the way Joe joined us. Haha! Nishaa walked Thiru to the bus stop. Then Joe, Nishaa, Lois and i walked home. Instead of going straight home, we kinda hung around at this place. Will take a picture of it soon. Then we walked Nishaa back to her block. After that, Joe and Lois walked me to my block. And thats the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My school sent us all a letter with four papers in it. One of it is our own personal target setting for the O levels and the other three is what our form teacher, year master and principal wrote letters to us...NICE OF THEM. And i have to admit...it is a little motivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103340990900654530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtK1l7JS0cI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RAbqD9r6mhE/s400/PHOT0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of this dress..is it nice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103340999490589138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtK1mbJS0dI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2Bq7bhXEa-8/s400/PHOT0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, this is the picture i promised to take of the O level count down board. It isnt lighted up over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103341815534375410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RtK2V7JS0fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/J-3EgD4hmbw/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last but not least, tomorrow is my Social Studies and Chemistry Prelim examination. Wish me goodluck! Im gonna mug now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-3415468671618394337?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/3415468671618394337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=3415468671618394337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3415468671618394337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3415468671618394337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/heys-all-i-did-my-english-paper-1-and-2.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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/_SJorJgx91sk/RtK1l7JS0cI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RAbqD9r6mhE/s72-c/PHOT0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-6396175943656400634</id><published>2007-08-26T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:39:12.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot has happened. But im kinda lazy to recall everything... Sooo i will just update ya on the lastest things... Yesterday, my sis, dad, vicky, bro and i went to arab street.  We had turkish food...''Amirah's food place''. Damn nice luh.  It was actually my sister's belated birthday dinner. After dinner, my dad dropped us off at Novena Shopping Centre. My sis didnt want to go home early so we went window shopping, ate Haagen Dasz ice cream at went to Novena church. Then we took bus 851 home. Reached home around 10.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, i decided not to go to church. Its that time of the month and boy! Was i having cramps alright! Also, i already went to Novena church yesterday. So i didnt really mind missing mass this week. I was also quite lazy and tired. I really had trouble sleeping yesterday night. Dont know why. Couldnt sleep till like 3am? Sigh...this let to the result of me sleeping till 3pm today. Haha..a little ironical eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats about it. I didnt do much today. Just slept, woke up, ate, went down to buy food, ate pizza and studied. Tomorrow is my Preliminary examination for English both paper 1 and 2 and Maths paper 1. Im kinda nervous. But Laffyette wished me good luck. Haha not that there is anyhing but he was the first and it made me feel a little better. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the O levels are really really drawing closer to us each day. Im scared and worried but i also wanna mug like crazy and cant wait for it to be over. Then im gonna sign myself up for MANY MANY courses, meet new friends, and hibernate to make up for what ive lost. Haha..alright..im kinda tired. Hopefully today i can sleep properly. Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-6396175943656400634?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/6396175943656400634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=6396175943656400634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6396175943656400634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6396175943656400634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/lot-has-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-2992004416491745614</id><published>2007-08-16T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:56:47.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of waking up at 5.45am today, i woke up at 7am instead! Nonono...i wasnt late for school. School only started at 9.15am today. We had mock science practical and they wanted to do it such that  it is exactly how it will be when it comes to the O levels. So yeah...the practical for both chemistry and physics started at 10am. It ended at 11.30am. DAMN IT LAH! I think im gonna flunk my physics practical. I did everything correctly BUT....argh! I forgot to minus off the 46cm from all the results i obtained and thus.....even my graph is wrong!. =(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the practical, we did our chemistry mock exam paper while being quarantined till 1.30pm. Then it was lunch till 2.15pm. Lessons resumed. -Physics, power nap, SS and then PE. Todays PE was in AVA room 2. I think its AVA room 3. Anyways, we just watched four short clips and that was it. And...SCHOOL ENDED for the day! Haha i decided to go home first cause i had tuition today. Wah im UBER UBER STRESSED UP NOW. I even felt like crying during tuition when Kumari realised how stressed up i was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.. I cant wait for this to be over. BUT OFCOURSE i want this to end with me feeling satisfied. And, im feeling a sense of joy because im stressed. I never used to be and now that i am, it goes to show that im putting in effort and that i care. Last time, i never felt like this. AIYA FUCK IT LAH. Whatever it is, im gonna make it up there. Im gonna make it and prove everyone proud. Im gonna make it and show it to the world especially myself that i am SMART! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-2992004416491745614?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/2992004416491745614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=2992004416491745614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2992004416491745614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2992004416491745614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/heys-all-instead-of-waking-up-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-3495156420896845103</id><published>2007-08-13T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:25:26.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the release of the Mother Tongue O Level results. I failed. E8. Its damn demoralising. I feel defeated. I think i wanna give up already. I really cant take this anymore. And yes i need help. I want it desperately but who and how? =( Everyone else around me managed to score distinctions. But why not me? Its not like i didnt work hard at all..i did! SIGH! I feel like i wasted my mums money on tuition. The money that she worked really really hard for. I feel so stupid. And at the moment...as im typing this, i cant stop crying. It really hurts. At first i didnt really care cause i didnt expect to get such a high mark. But i kinda expected at least a c6 or c5. I expected to pass. Yes, i did pass my orals but i flunked the rest of the paper. This really sucks. Before i got the results, i asked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if he was nervous and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; was like no and i shook &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; hand and was like welcome to the club. Im not even bothered. And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; said, im not bothered lah but not until like you. Wah like that really hurt my feelings lah. SIGH! And when i got the result, when Mr Teo told me what i got i was like oh okay... After a while, i looked at everyone else and noticed what their reactions were like. People were either crying because they passed really well, or passed but didnt do as well as they had expected to. And i was the only one who failed and sort of had like no reaction on my face. I was still smiling away. As i walked out of school, i told Brenda, Diana, my mum and Kumari my results and i felt really bad. Just all of a sudden. That feeling sucked too. MANY people asked me how i did but i refused to answer everyone. As Thiru, Nishaa, Jannah and i were walking out of school, i suddenly felt emo-ness taking over me. I started to feel really sad. And when i looked at my other fellow indian classmates, i felt even worse. I kept asking myself. Why me? How come this happened to me only? I FEEL SO STUPID! It really does sucks lah. And in the bus, i stood alone emoing to myself. On my way home, in the 811 bus, i teared abit. And when i reached home my sister asked me how i did and i told her i failed and she just went like oh so when are you supposed to retake it again? Walau! I dont have any consolence also. I just went into my room, shut the door, locked it and started to cry till now. And then i realised...i actually wanted to do well for tamil too...=( Im on the verge of giving up. Part of me is ready to fall down on my knees and surrender to the world. The other part still has that little hope. Please god..i need a miracle. Somehow, i just need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about today was that i think i can definetly pass my English O level orals. It was easy enough...but still...tamil....=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-3495156420896845103?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/3495156420896845103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=3495156420896845103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3495156420896845103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3495156420896845103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-is-release-of-mother-tongue-o.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-8913627893679767373</id><published>2007-08-12T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:52:13.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Nothing in this world' by Paris Hilton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da-da,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da-da, Da-da, Da,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da-da, Da-da, Da-da, Da&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I was thinking to myself when you passed me by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Here's what I like"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you were with somebody else but you can't deny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's me in your eye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it's like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it's wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it feels so right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing in this world can stop us tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can do what she can do so much better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing in this world can turn out the light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna make you feel alright tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da-da, Da-da, Da-da, Da, Tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da-da, Da-da, Da-da, Da, Tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, you and I, we got what will never be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know I'm right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tell me what you're waiting for when you're here with me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most guys would die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it's like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause it feels so right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gotta tell you somethin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'It's somethin' that you just might like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, it's not the same thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, you'll learn I'm not too shy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and I, we can do this thing tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Repeat Chorus 2x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ki2M3-2W-cQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ki2M3-2W-cQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-8913627893679767373?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/8913627893679767373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=8913627893679767373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8913627893679767373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8913627893679767373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/nothing-in-this-world-by-paris-hilton.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-2582990603157623165</id><published>2007-08-12T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:31:13.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Friday, 10 of August 2007, i had tuition in the morning. Then Kumari and i went for lunch in Norht Point and we threaded our eyebrows. I have that bitchy look now. Hehe? I met Kejendran at 4pm. He was 20 mins late. We were supposed to study but oh well...Then Jai and Melissa came. Jai left and Jeeviyan came. Jeeviyan and Kejendran left and so, Melissa and i went for dinner at KFC in North Point. While eating, i saw Pradeep. He was looking at me as usual but i ignored him. Do you feel the pain now? Im gonna make it worse! Hmm i just slacked at home yesterday. Ahhh crap! O levels is coming closer and closer! 67 more days to go. SIGHS! I will make it! I will make myself make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkaayyyy...so tomorrow is the day im gonna get my Tamil O level results. AND....tomorrow is also the day whereby ive got to take my O level English Orals. PRAY FOR ME PLEASEEE! Im gonna revise some more..im sooo nervous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-2582990603157623165?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/2582990603157623165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=2582990603157623165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2582990603157623165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2582990603157623165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-friday-10-of-august-2007-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-6146184760104183224</id><published>2007-08-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:45:20.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is National Day 2007...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened..&lt;br /&gt;I had tuition in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Went for a run in the evening and.....&lt;br /&gt;Watched the National Day Parade in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, yesterday, my school celebrated NDP O7. It was okay luh. The PA screwed up the sound system though. Almost all of us cam whored! Then i went for my class and drama clubs photo taking. After which, Keeran, Lavanya and i went to mac in Sun Plaza for a drink. Then i met Jess in North Point for lunch. We ate at Long Johns. And then...Kejendran called so we met him, Ragu, Jeeviyan, Jai, Israel and Gayathiri under one of the blocks. Then Melissa came. And we all slacked under another block while playing monopoly. Then we talked and talked and walked home around 5pm. =) Yesterady was fun! :D Here are the pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096722941692181714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrsygwolfNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RAuvINXF4e0/s320/fear54j3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096722941692181698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrsygwolfMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/A9UooK5ZiqU/s320/demna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096722937397214386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrsyggolfLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RhsNRvSXVaE/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jai and i above&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ragu and i below&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096722933102247074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrsygQolfKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_9i-v-WlszY/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ragu's NCC cap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096725630341709122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/Rrs09QolfUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IQ8ZDiuSCNI/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096722928807279762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrsygAolfJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q1yn8TQWp0I/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ragu and i under a block&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096725621751774514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/Rrs08wolfTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cOZdEYk0Iow/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096724225887403298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrszrgolfSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6IQo1Fu6Jdo/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Keeran and i above&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096724221592435986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrszrQolfRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MRtlbaH_k4E/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mr Teo(form teacher) and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096724221592435970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrszrQolfQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BH-Gc0RN1W4/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Joe and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096724217297468658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrszrAolfPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9ya-8ZsSvEs/s320/detam.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thiru and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096724213002501346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrszqwolfOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Rc2O-Qv_QP4/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nishaa and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096725643226611042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/Rrs0-AolfWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yVlKYVAqwv0/s320/PHOT0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Melissa and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096725638931643730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/Rrs09wolfVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KLURYNblQ0c/s320/lois+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lois and i&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096725651816545650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/Rrs0-golfXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SDrvEe-X738/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gayathiri, Melissa, Jacinta and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-6146184760104183224?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/6146184760104183224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=6146184760104183224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6146184760104183224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6146184760104183224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-is-national-day-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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/_SJorJgx91sk/RrsygwolfNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RAuvINXF4e0/s72-c/fear54j3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-8393970209813654243</id><published>2007-08-06T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:04:27.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys all!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, i went to the 24 hour clinic. My tummy was really hurting and yeah i got my medicine and all. And...today...i didnt go to school. Not because it was too painful or anything..but because i didnt finish what i had to do and just didnt feel like going to school. SIGHS..nevermind. I'll do studying at home then. Anyways, the doctor yesterday was young and HANDSOME! Whoots! Haha ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays....im going to go out for lunch with my sister before she goes to school. Thanks to the sickness im having, i cant eat much. So we are going to delifrance to have a sandwich for lunch instead. Alright, im gonna leave now. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-8393970209813654243?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/8393970209813654243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=8393970209813654243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8393970209813654243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8393970209813654243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/heys-all-yesterday-night-i-went-to-24.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-8258271523908668041</id><published>2007-08-05T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T15:45:16.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up with a tummy ache this morning...yes yes..again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yeah i took a quick bath and met the churchies for mass. Edward Bingei, Me, Cass, Bren, Nicole and Matthew Lim went for mass together. Then we went to the canteen. Cass and i bought breakfast while waiting for Edmund and Edward to come. But they didnt. And Matthew Lim got really hungry so he also bought breakfast. And we sat for a good whole 30 mins and chatted while waiting for them to come. While chatting, Matthew Lim mentioned that you can do alot even during a few seconds. That made me realise many many things. And then we headed to the coffee shop for lunch. After lunch, Edmund decided that he couldnt make it cause he had servers meeting and Edward was still sleeping. Mat Lim and Bingei had to leave so us four girls quickly got the cake and as soon as Edward woke up, we met him at this playground near the old YTSS campus to celebrate his belated birthday. We got him socks, a thong and condoms for his birthday. HAHA! Yeps then we all went home. I reached home around 2.50pm. And...these are the pictures... By the way i slept at 3am yesterday cause i was practicing maths. LOL!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095116391995243538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV9XQolfBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nYR4jJREDIw/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                Me, Edward, Brenda and Cass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095116391995243522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV9XQolfAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x0k5uf0WJXI/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                             Nicole, Edward, Brenda and Cass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095116387700276210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV9XAole_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/nHZHka43fBs/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                         Edward cutting his cake.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095116387700276194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV9XAole-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/BpS2VqzRj2Q/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                 Edward with cake on his face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095116383405308882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV9Wwole9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/laJh0OmGgh8/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                         Edward staring at his cake???&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095116752772496482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV9sQolfGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wV5217l0WRk/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                           Edward eating cake.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095116748477529170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV9sAolfFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/o9YFeMHmM1c/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                      Brenda!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095116748477529154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV9sAolfEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LUauresSRYs/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                             Cass and Nicole.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095116748477529138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV9sAolfDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/A56lxcKgItw/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                         Edward and his new socks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095116744182561826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV9rwolfCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fcMTvYWQR6U/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                      Edward with the thong and brenda behind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095117040535305346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV99AolfII/AAAAAAAAAHM/2wKVRlpHkMU/s400/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                      Edward holding up his condom&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095117036240338034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV98wolfHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6sCEiuhc1Kg/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                  Last but not least, a part of me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-8258271523908668041?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/8258271523908668041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=8258271523908668041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8258271523908668041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8258271523908668041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/heys-i-woke-up-with-tummy-ache-this.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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/_SJorJgx91sk/RrV9XQolfBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nYR4jJREDIw/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-468645047471406620</id><published>2007-08-04T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:48:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH!!!! My shorts just tore! I need to get it to the tailor like asap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;30th of July&lt;/span&gt;, Edward Tand turned 16! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY EDWARD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I cant remember which day it happened but it happened this week. Billy and Tong Ngan fought in class..sigh...when will they ever grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5.45am on &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thurday 2 August 2007&lt;/span&gt; and decided not to go to school. I was having really bad tummy cramps. I messaged Mr Teo, took a bath and went back to bed. Woke up at 10 something am and followed my sis to Northpoint to have lunch. Met daddy on the way and had lunch together. My dad decided to send my sis to school. So i tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...something is very wrong with me. My stomach keeps getting upset. And it doesnt hurt badly...yet..its too bearable that it just irritates you....ARGH! (a damsel in destress!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; 3 August 2007&lt;/span&gt;, I took my school's maths mock exam. Its actually the June 2007 O level exam paper. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fact of the day : Did you know? People in London takes their exam in June instead of in October? So Cambridge actually has to set two O level papers for a year. And thus..thats why you see a June O level paper too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wheeee! I like him. BUT....im trying to have self control. Right now, no matter what..my O levels comes first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of O levels, my school put up a HUGE lighted up board counting down the number of days till the premier of the O's and N's. Gosh..its really scary in a way. Looking at it for a few minutes while queing up to buy lunch made my heart go kaboom kaboom! In other words, PANIC ATTACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, im like SUPER DUPER stressed now! Time is really running short on me and ive got SO MANY things to cram into my head before the BIG O's! Sighs...And my O Level English Oral is next Monday. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;/13 August 2007/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And my Science Practical is coming up real soon too. I need to study my QA notes, Acids, Bases and Salts and my Salt Preparation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CAN AND I WILL! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I swear i badly wanna pass and do well my O's. Once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CAN AND I WILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Im gonna push myself till once im done with the VERY LAST PAPER, im gonna make sure i feel so satisfied, ill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;someone! - OMG! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ends at 6.30pm like EVERY Monday, Wednesday and Friday. This sucks seriously. And ive got Tuition almost everyday. SIGH! I desperately need sleep luh. I mean..i really really need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..time to destress abit. Mummy keeps nagging at me to study. She thinks im always on the phone and all but seriously...im not! - THIS IS WHERE I AM ANGRY! My sis keeps being really mean to me. And i hate it..THIS IS WHERE I ALSO AM ANGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, im almost done with art. This is how its gonna look like when its completely done but just that i have to cut the black parts out on black paper..=) And yes...i drew an A1 size of that picture. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094851753290333122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 477px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="453" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrSMrQole8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MjGatTeYl5c/s400/new.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-468645047471406620?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/468645047471406620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=468645047471406620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/468645047471406620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/468645047471406620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-my-gosh-my-shorts-just-tore-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RrSMrQole8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MjGatTeYl5c/s72-c/new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-5810999122666743886</id><published>2007-07-29T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:39:32.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay like...ive not blogged for a LONG LONG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;I dont really have the time luh.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, - MAIN HIGHLIGHTS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 JULY 2007 - 'O' LEVEL MT LISTENING COMPREHENSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 JULY 2007 - COUSIN JACQUELINE'S WEDDING.&lt;br /&gt;She is like 30 years old. The wedding was fun luh. Got to know a few cousins. And later on, there was a bangra dance floor. Mainly because the groom was a punjabi. There were ALOT of handsome guys there. My dad, Sherman, mum, sis and i went for the wedding. Yeps thats about it.  PICTURES!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxReAolesI/AAAAAAAAADs/_c9ablW0kUY/s1600-h/new+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092534854657342146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxReAolesI/AAAAAAAAADs/_c9ablW0kUY/s320/new+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum and i cam whoring. My mum looks pretty right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxRcwolerI/AAAAAAAAADk/503BLAEeGec/s1600-h/new+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092534833182505650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxRcwolerI/AAAAAAAAADk/503BLAEeGec/s320/new+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle and mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxRcgoleqI/AAAAAAAAADc/-YNqeis9YCs/s1600-h/new+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092534828887538338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxRcgoleqI/AAAAAAAAADc/-YNqeis9YCs/s320/new+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum and sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxRcQolepI/AAAAAAAAADU/WsUxi5v4s7M/s1600-h/new+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092534824592571026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxRcQolepI/AAAAAAAAADU/WsUxi5v4s7M/s320/new+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Paul Chua and my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxRcAoleoI/AAAAAAAAADM/z_sfChlHR28/s1600-h/new+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092534820297603714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxRcAoleoI/AAAAAAAAADM/z_sfChlHR28/s320/new+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 JULY 2007 - Michelle and i are friends again. We talked and turned out that Pradeep and she never did go on and that Pradeep spread the rumour that they were going on but it was never true and its complicated but the main point is, Michelle and i are friends again and..im still not talking to Pradeep. In fact, i cant give a damn about him. Im TOTALLY over him! *BIG PROUD SMILE!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 JULY 2007 - FUCK MR TEO SEN TECK LAH! I HATE HIM! I mean how would you feel if a teacher who teaches you the subject that you ABSOLUTELY LOVE picks on you in class. Thanks to him, the whole class thinks my maths sucks when it doesnt. I spoke to my form teacher about this and he said he will help me talk to him on Monday. LIKE WTF LUH! *ANGRY!* And tomorrow(30JULY 2007), he wants me to show him the 2005 and 2006 TYS paper done after the morning assembly..i feel punished for nothing! SAVE MY SOUL BEFORE I BURN IT MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY - I met Cass, and Brenda for breakfast at 9.10am in the morning. After breakfast, we waited for Bingei and Jacinta to come. Then we went for mass. During mass, Jess and i kept talking. OMG! CRAP LUH! I told myself to stop talking and concentrate during mass but i didnt. ARGH! Anyways, after mass, we went for the secondary 3 cathegism class. Bingei, Cass and i somehow got dragged into being one of the cathegists. I dont want to..i only wanted to slack and accompany Bren and Jess. I dont mind helping out but cathegists? And it felt so much like council which hurts me alot la. What happened to me in council has like left a scar on me and i hate that! Anyways, ive got LOTS of homework to finish up...Hopefully, ill be back tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: NC and i are still going on. I wanna break with him though. AND....i THINK i like HIM! ARGH! (I CANT MENTION WHO THAT HIM IS CAUSE I DONT WANT SOME PEOPLE IN MY BLOG TO KNOW AND YEAH...THIS IS MEANT FOR MY OWN REFERENCE SO THAT I WOULDNT MAKE THE MISTAKE OF MENTIONING HIS NAME IN MY BLOG IN THE FUTURE.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-5810999122666743886?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/5810999122666743886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=5810999122666743886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/5810999122666743886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/5810999122666743886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-like.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxReAolesI/AAAAAAAAADs/_c9ablW0kUY/s72-c/new+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-2859883676286479391</id><published>2007-07-08T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:26:04.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I freaking need comfort...&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to console me and not think about themselves..&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to care...&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to hold me tight and tell me its gonna be alright...&lt;br /&gt;Im in despair..&lt;br /&gt;I feel like im gonna loose it all..&lt;br /&gt;Im exhausted from EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;And my post might not make sense..&lt;br /&gt;But i dont care!&lt;br /&gt;Cause it does to me..&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna emo my whole life..&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to save me...&lt;br /&gt;=(! =(! =(! =(! =(! =(! =(! =(! =(! =(!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-2859883676286479391?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/2859883676286479391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=2859883676286479391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2859883676286479391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2859883676286479391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-freaking-need-comfort.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-8642993540719604311</id><published>2007-07-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:05:16.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its ONE MINUTE to midnight..and that means ONE MINUTE to Sunday, 8 of June 2007..not that there is anything special on in particular..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sooooo...ive not blogged since school started..i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, 25 June 2007, it was like a night mare! We had attire check in the morning. I was fine la. But then..the principle, teachers and year masters practically scolded us till recess..that was like an effing 1 and 1/2 hours luh! They were like OVER-REACTING! Hmm yeah i cant remember much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big thing: 29 of June 2007, - PRADEEPS BIRTHDAY! I met him under his block..gave him his presents..talked for a while and went back home cause he couldnt stay for long. I couldnt play the birthday song using my guitar and couldnt get him a cake cause the song was HORRIBLE and i went broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 of June 2007, my school had a fun fair called the YT FIESTA...it was full of shit la actually. They brought in three rides from uncle ringos....the only fun ride was the METEORITE. I sat on it twice. You have to stand for this ride and it will like spin really fast and then it will go ninety degrees. WOAH FUN! After the funfair, i took a taxi home and bathed and changed and rushed back to North Point. I had to meet the peeps from church to go out to celebrate my birthday. I was like ten minutes early. And i happened to walk by the macdonalds way and saw Pradeep, Keeran and Raihan. So i sat with them fro a while till 7pm. - YES!!! Then i met Brenda, Nicole, Cassandra, Donovan, Edmund and Edward. Together, we went to fish and co in Novena Square. We all ordered Fish and chips...Ive got lots pics but like i cant upload them...somethings wrong with my blog. Anyways yeah..sooo haha i ABSOLUTELY LOVED my presents! Thanks guys. They got me four g-strings and a key chain saying mrs deep. Theres too many pictures so i wont upload them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092539939898620770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWGAole2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TW0wrEvOWSU/s320/my+brithday+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Donovan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092541232683776882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxXRQole3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/sGp2azAEB7g/s320/my+brithday+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             Bob is on the chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWGAole0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tvW1_QKd1YM/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092539939898620738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWGAole0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tvW1_QKd1YM/s320/Image028.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWGAole1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/DhOLPk83HX0/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWGAole1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/DhOLPk83HX0/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWGAole1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/DhOLPk83HX0/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092539939898620754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWGAole1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/DhOLPk83HX0/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWFwoleyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A5avIylg-VE/s1600-h/ikyuxf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092539935603653410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWFwoleyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A5avIylg-VE/s320/ikyuxf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWFwolezI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WgmuSHlmPzc/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWFwolezI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WgmuSHlmPzc/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWFwolezI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WgmuSHlmPzc/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWFwolezI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WgmuSHlmPzc/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092539935603653426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWFwolezI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WgmuSHlmPzc/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of July 2007, MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRHTDAY TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;I went for the 7.45am mass cause i had to meet my dad at 11pm and thus i couldnt make it for the 10.15am mass. So after mass, i met my dad and the rest with my sister at some hotel luh. Had lunch there - buffet style. It was OKAY LUH..Then my dad brought me to Bras Basar complex to buy the paper cutter for my art piece. And i basically slacked the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd of July 2007, - YOUTH DAY ANDDDD DIANAS BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY DIANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had tuition that morning and then i met Cass, Bren and Edmund and together we went to Diana's house for her party. Greg, Teacher Pam, Teacher David, Father JJ and her friends were all there. And on that day, Diana gave me a wallet bag...Greg and teacher Pam gave me a blue t shirt and nail polish for my birthday. So sweet of them. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092537431637719794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxT0AolevI/AAAAAAAAAEE/o_oAa5PgCmg/s320/701882114l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092537435932687106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxT0QolewI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3h5-VklL_2Q/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Edmund, Cass and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned back to school on Tuesday, 3rd of July 2007. Jacinta's mum messaged me that day. I found out that she got admitted in KK hospital cause she was having a high fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th of July 2007, - I decided not to go to school cause i was sick and tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th of July 2007, - I went to Pradeep just before recess ended and asked him&lt;br /&gt;ME: Do you want to love me or do you not want to love me?&lt;br /&gt;Pradeep: You ask me suddenly how to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I though you knew???&lt;br /&gt;Pradeep: No?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (looked away feeling pissed)&lt;br /&gt;Pradeep: I will tell you after school...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Today?&lt;br /&gt;Pradeep: Ya&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay..bye!&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes later, Janah came to me and was like Pradeep is attached with Michelle. I went like what the FUCK?!?!?! I really dont know what to say. Friday, yesterday, was SUPER BAD for me la. It was also the Student Council Investiture. I didnt go...like DUH! Why would i want to go after all that crap ive been through? Anyways, i left school around 5.45pm. I saw Pradeep and Michelle in the bus sitting together. I decided to walk home from the interchange. I saw them under a block. I was FUCKING heart brokened lah...Sigh...im secetly emoing inside. All the memories of everything form the past keeps coming back. This sucks luh! Im attached to NC though. He said it would help. So yeah..Nc is my boyfriend now. IM STILL SAD ABOUT THEM. The worst part is, i have to see the both of them in school and all. I actually put on a happy face but i really am not inside. I dont know what to do..i feel so lost and betrayed. I feel like stabbing myself in the heart mutiple number of times for being soo stupid OR...removing my heart so i cant feel for someone in a special way. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TODAY)7th of July 2007, Saturday, went to school in the morning for art. Came home, met Clarence in church, called Edmund to come out of the alter servers room and waited for the rest to come with Teacher Pam. Diana, Brenda, Cass, Edmund, Clarence, Bingei and Nicole were there. We took the bus and went to the Singapore Expo for the Youth Rally 2007. Had lots of fun there. Ive got a new t-shirt!!!! We met Mat Lim there. He came after his training. Oh! We also saw Bryan there. He was with his Holy Spirit people. After the rally, in the bus on the way home, we talked horny in the bus. And this teacher OVER REACTED luh. Like she doesnt even know us and didnt know it was JUST a joke. Yet, she still had to scold us! Ugh! Like WHATEVER!!! Oh Joel practically tau poked me and cass was on top of him and like Joel was on my boobs la! Shhhhh..he wouldnt be able to read my blog anyways..haha! And then i randomly shouted..i wanna touch a dick! Hahaha! When we reached church, Teacher Pam, me, Diana, Joel, Cass cuz, Brenda, Cass, Bingei, Bingei's bro Albert and Mat Lim went to mac to have supper. Clarence went home. Then we all went home. Sigh..okay im shagged. Wanna get to bed soon. Nights y'all! ~HOMIES!~ =D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092537427342752482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxTzwoleuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/foakBqxk3AQ/s320/487758767l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092537435932687122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxT0QolexI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4vx0C3E2fZo/s320/-Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092537427342752466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxTzwoletI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2hA_8erubY0/s320/433477139l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-8642993540719604311?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/8642993540719604311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=8642993540719604311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8642993540719604311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8642993540719604311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-one-minute-to-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxWGAole2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TW0wrEvOWSU/s72-c/my+brithday+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-4476338032521012788</id><published>2007-06-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:49:34.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOTS TO BLOG ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 JUNE 2007, SUNDAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church. Went for mass with Cass and Faustina. Had breakfast after that. Came home. Ate lunch and slept. Now i feel so much better but im currently on the verge of dying cause ive got HOLIDAY HOMEWORK thats lik incomplete. I wanna do it but i dont know..no mood and i cant seem to bring myself to do it. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau! This Sunday is my birthday and i have to wake up EARLY in the morning to go for mass. As in earlier than usual. And like...WAH FUCK LA! I have to meet my dad at 11am. Gonna go to come restaurant. Wanna know why im fucking angry? I have plans already and now..i have to fucking cancel them just so that it will be okay for my dad's life! HE IS AFRIAD HE MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO MAKE IT IN THE NIGHT...I DONT FUCKING CARE! ITS MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY! ITS MY FUCKING WISH! WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO GO ALONG WITH YOUR FUCKING PLANS SO THAT IT WILL BE BETTER FOR YOU? MY FRIENDS ARE LIKE MY FAMILY WHO CARES BETTER THAN YOU GUYS DO! WELL, THANKS FOR MAKING MY LIFE MISERABLE! I HATE YOU. I RATHER SPEND MY BIRTHDAY WITH THEM INSTEAD YOU FUCKING MOFO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 JUNE 2007, SATURDAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new, i went to school for art. Then i met NC and went to town with him to get some things for art. Bought two belated birthday presents. Another2 more to go. Hung out for a while and went home. Was fun lah. Oh ya on the way home, i saw Roch, Pat, Corrine and Joanne at the indian coffee shop. Sat with them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 JUNE 2007, FRIDAY,&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for art as usual. Nothing much happened. Just did random art for the O levels. On my way home, when i was in the bus with Nishaa, i saw Pradeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 JUNE 2007, THURSDAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for art and had history and social studies re exam. Left school early. Cause i had to meet Pradeep at 155 to buy the tickets. He is gonna dance in Yio Chu Kang CC on the 23rd of June, satruday. Met him at 5pm. 3 of his friends were there. He kinda showed a little attitude. Maybe he was just trying to like act in front of his friends. I dont know.... Then i met Jess and went to the library with her. After which, i walked to North Point. Wanted to photocopy something for art to at least an a2 size but couldnt. On the way home, i saw teacher Catherine. So i accompanied her from 7-8.45pm in Golden Village's Burger King while she was waiting for her cousin and 3 kids. They went to watch ''SURF'S UP''. We talked about god. She bought ice milo for me. And she said ive got one of the gifts of the holy spirit-joy. =) She also said i brightened up her day. She was tired after work but when she saw me, i was like all so high and happy and that made her happy too. YAY! Then i saw Shannon, Paavan and Subir. And went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 June 2007, TUESDAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for art. Ater art at about 5pm, went to Brenda's house. Watched white chicks for a while and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 JUNE 2007, MONDAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school. Met Cass at 8am at Khatib MRT station to have breakfast and to study. (NTS) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 JUNE 2007, SUNDAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was fathers day. Went out with my dad and family and then to my grandparents place. Thats it la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-4476338032521012788?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/4476338032521012788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=4476338032521012788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/4476338032521012788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/4476338032521012788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/06/lots-to-blog-about-22-june-2007-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-1571378512405907966</id><published>2007-06-24T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:59:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Chemical Romance - I Don't Love You lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well when you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when you get back&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to find another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When after all this time that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;You're still, the good-for-nothing I don't know&lt;br /&gt;So take your gloves and get out&lt;br /&gt;Better get out&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired of all the needless beating&lt;br /&gt;But baby when they knock you&lt;br /&gt;Down and out&lt;br /&gt;It's where you oughta stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the blood that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;Another dollar's just another blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fix your eyes and get up&lt;br /&gt;Better get up&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whooa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you have the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-1571378512405907966?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/1571378512405907966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=1571378512405907966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/1571378512405907966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/1571378512405907966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-chemical-romance-i-dont-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-871350391734010126</id><published>2007-06-16T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:50:17.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Kejendrans 16 birthday...HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEJENDRAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lots to blog about. I went for art camp from the 13-15 of June. Hmmm had lotsa fun actually. And im now onmy 7th board. Amazing huh? (I SHALL BLOG ABOUT THE KINDS OF CRAP I DID DURING THE CAMP LATER ON)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-871350391734010126?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/871350391734010126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=871350391734010126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/871350391734010126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/871350391734010126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-kejendrans-16-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-572525193396444002</id><published>2007-06-12T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:57:37.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i went to school in the morning for art. Then i rushed back home for tuition in the afternoon and rushed back to school in the evening for the drama camp. The juniors called us seniors back cause they had a buffet for us. They catered food. Then we stayed back and watched the performances the juniors put up for us and we helped out during the initiation rites. Then it was LATE. So we had to leave. And..so...we did. But...we couldnt get a taxi. So we kinda walked in the middle of the road. Hey!...there weren't any cars luh. Ans luckily, this kind soul(taxi driver) stopped for us. He even allowed us to sit in his taxi although we were super wet luh. And we went home. I reached home at 12am on the dot. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, i still had to wake up early to go back to school for art. UGH! But...its good in a way luh. Cause i am making progress. Yeps. Came home and my dad called me an hour later. Went out to watch 'Ocean's thirteen' with him. And here i am..back home. I wanna go sleep early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got art camp tomorrow!!! I dont wanna go! Okay maybe it might be fun. Aiya dunno lah. ill just go. Will be back on Friday. Yay! Im meeting Cass and Brenda for breakfast tomorrow! Hehe....Yeps. Aights..im gonna go pack my bag for tomorrow and sleep. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-572525193396444002?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/572525193396444002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=572525193396444002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/572525193396444002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/572525193396444002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesterday-i-went-to-school-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-3156562290217619531</id><published>2007-06-10T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:10:36.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Friday, 8 of June 2007, I met Jacinta and Regina for lunch at northpoint. Was supposed to go town with Cass and Brenda but i had tuition in the evening. So i decided not to if not it would be rather rushing for me. Jess, Regina and i ate at Mac. Okay i didnt luh. Wasnt really hungry. Then i wanted to buy green slippers. So we went around shopping. In the end, i ended up buying new shades and more lingerie. Then i went home and had tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, 9 of June 2007, which was basically yesterday, i did nothing lah. Woke up late, had breakfast, watched a lil tv, did my tuition homework and had tuition from 5pm - 8pm. CRAZINESS I TELL YOU! After tuition, went down to buy dinner, came back, ate, watched tv again cause i was too tired and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up at 7.35am. WAS LATE LAH! Was supposed to meet Cass and Brenda at Woodlands MRT at 8am. So i rushed and cabbed down. Errm met them and Brenda's friend Keeran. Then we took 912 from the interchange to St Anthony's church. Today was their feast day or something. Went for mass there. I still prefer our church's mass a 100 times more luh. Then ate a lil at the feast day fun fai. Roseria was there helping out at one of the booth. She joined St Anthony's youth group. We also saw Sister Mary who was there during our confirmation camp. Met Cassie's crazy cuz's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092543238433504178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxZGAole7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/JMxLKKwxNN4/s320/678839977l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Roseria, Cass, Brenda, Me, Christine and Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092543238433504162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxZGAole6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/wRB2c8llLvY/s320/z92902015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Roseria, Cass, Brenda, Me and Cynthia at the back&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Causeway Point to have lunch. After which we went back to Yishun MRT Station to wait for Edward and Edmund. Wah...waited quite long lah. When they finally arrived, we went to town cause i wanted to get a pair of boxers for Pradeep for his birthday. Reached there and Edward bought im not sure what to eat. Then Keeran and i bought a boxer each. It was at two for thirty bucks so we split the price. Then Brenda wanted to buy socks so we went up to search for it. There was this hip hop competition on the second floor. Damn cool lah! Brenda bought four different coloured socks. Then we walked to Isetan. Keeran left around 4pm. He had to be home by 5pm. Yeps so the rest of us went to Isetan's food court cause Edmund wanted to eat. Cass, Brenda and i ended up eating prata. After eating, we went window shopping. Then we went home. We decided to take the MRT that would bounce back to Yishun so that we would have seats to sit on. So ya we all got off at Yishun and took a bus home. On the way back we were all like damn tired lah. Yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn it lah! DAMN STRESSED UP ALREADY! Everyday is full of emoness for me now. Its always tuition, homework, school, art, tuition, homework, school, art, tuition, homework, school, art. NONSTOP! And it doesnt include school homework or my revision!!! What am i to do? Im fighting against time. Im damn afraid i wouldnt make it for the 'O's. How? Crap! Im scared lah. What if i really dont make it for the 'O's? SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGRYYYY LAHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP AND WALK AWAY IM PISSED AND DEPRESSED!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is also KILLING ME LAH! She told my tuition teacher, nevermind..i want her to be stressed. And like every single EFFING day, she tells me this, go and revise your science, history, maths BLAH BLAH BLAH! I want you to pass your BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH..including EFFING ART! DAMN IT! I HATE EFFING LIFE! I HATE HAVING TO GO THROUGH THIS SHIT! WHY DID I HAVE TO EFFING FALL IN LOVE AND GET DISTRACTED???? I DONT WANT YOU ANYMORE! YES! I DONT WANT PRADEEP ANYMORE! GET LOST! GET OUT OF MY LIFE! STOP MAKING ME DEPRESSED AND EMO-Y! STOP RUINING EVVVEEERRRRYYYYYTTTTHHHIIINNNNGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody hell dont want to go to school for freaking art tomorrow lah damn it! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I still dont feel better!&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna do my STINKING ART NOW!&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ OFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-3156562290217619531?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/3156562290217619531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=3156562290217619531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3156562290217619531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3156562290217619531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-friday-8-of-june-2007-i-met-jacinta.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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/_SJorJgx91sk/RqxZGAole7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/JMxLKKwxNN4/s72-c/678839977l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-882008290094813586</id><published>2007-06-07T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:04:22.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK yesterday, i went out in the evening. I met Edward Tang, Brenda, Cass, Mat Ben and Erica at Northpoint's starbucks. Then....Mat Ben and Erica left and Nicole and Edmund Sim came. The 6 of us had dinner at a coffee shop and then we went BRA shopping! I wanted to get a sports bra and i got a lime green one. After that we went to this playground and chilled there till 10.15pm. On the way to the playgroud, we saw PRADEEP having his dance practice at the pondok outside the yishun campus YTSS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went out with my tuition teacher Kumari. We went to Novena square to eat Long Johns and then we went to Novena church. After that we went to United Square and had hot chocolate at star bucks. She practically paid for like everything. Then...we went to 'toys r us' to get PRADEEP a HUGE teddy bear. And a small shirt for the bear from Northpoints kiddy palace. And im gonna put his name mr deep deep there. Then i also wanna get him boxers. And his whole present costs $42.85!!! Yeps im tired and i wanna wake up early tomorrow morning to go for a jog. Im going to bed early after doing about 3 comprehensions - holiday homework. Kays...see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-882008290094813586?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/882008290094813586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=882008290094813586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/882008290094813586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/882008290094813586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-yesterday-i-went-out-in-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-946646309644869097</id><published>2007-06-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:09:19.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys all!&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;My tuition teacher's name is Kumari.&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, Kumari, my sis and i had lunch at this coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;Then i met NC and Jacinta and we went to NTU for this indian concert -MOKSHA&lt;br /&gt;We met Jessie at the Jurong East MRT Station to get the tickets. &lt;br /&gt;She just happened to have extra tickets so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why i chose to go was so that i could see Pradeep.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yeah. &lt;br /&gt;I thought he would be performing with SPX but he wasnt. &lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;We sat on top of the double decker bus. &lt;br /&gt;And we got down one stop after the actual stop we were supposed to get down.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we kinda got lost and ended up following this group of people.&lt;br /&gt;Haha they kinda knew that we were following them cause they kept turning back.&lt;br /&gt;Then they took the lift and went missing.&lt;br /&gt;So Jacinta, NC and i took the lift all the way up and asked this two cleaners how to get to the place we were supposed to be in.&lt;br /&gt;They showed us the way. Then we realised we were still early. &lt;br /&gt;They didnt open the doors for us to go in.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we sat at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;And the performance started at like 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;I got disappointed when I didnt see Pradeep dancing with SPX.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the break. &lt;br /&gt;I went crazy cause i realised that Pradeep was actually sitting in the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;After the interval, we sat back in for a while and watched the show till 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then we left early.&lt;br /&gt;And we got lost trying to find for 7/11 and mac. &lt;br /&gt;Then Pradeep's friend showed us the way.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;But both of them were like closed.&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up buying food and drinks from the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;And we got lost again finding for the bus stop but we did in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Then............&lt;br /&gt;We took 199 and got down at i dont know where..&lt;br /&gt;And took a cab back to Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped near Chong Fu,&lt;br /&gt;Jacinta went home cause her house was like really near. &lt;br /&gt;NC and I walked home together.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he walked me home luh.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 11.00pm&lt;br /&gt;And here i am blogging away.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo the thing is ... &lt;br /&gt;I PAID 20 BUCKS JUST TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF PRADEEP BECAUSE I LOVE HIM! :D&lt;br /&gt;-THE END-&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-946646309644869097?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/946646309644869097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=946646309644869097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/946646309644869097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/946646309644869097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/06/heys-all-had-tuition-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-1079776189402039202</id><published>2007-05-31T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:21:26.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was hell for me..i had to see the principle. I dnt want to blog about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its he June holidays but ive basically got school almost everyday. FUCKING ART AND FUCKING MR TAN GUO LIAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was my O level tamil exam. I dont think i can pass and i dont wish to talk about it. He came back from Sarawak on Friday. And i finally saw him on Monday because after the exam, the sec4 express, NT and sec5 NA had to go watch Pirates of the Carribean. Guess what? It was compulsory. Fucking school - YTSS. The dumb school paid for it so it was free on out part. The movie was too draggy. The only nice part was the last 45 minutes. No more comments on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is VESAK DAY. Not that i celebrate it. Errrm i woke up at like 12pm today. Have been really tired recently. Called Cass and we met at 1.05pm at the Yishun MRT Station. We went to Junction 8. Wanted to watch spierderman 3 but the tickets were all sold out. Before going to buy the tickets at the counter, we went to Coffee Bean to buy pure chocolate. Yummy! And haha..the guy working there wanted to know my name. He was CUTE with a CUTE SMILE! WHOOTS! After we found out that the tickets were like sold out, we went back to Coffee Bean. We wanted to get something to eat. And he saw me and smiled. UGH! CUTE! Hmm then we went to Causeway Point. Spiderman 3 was sold out there too. Damn it la! We ended up watching Shrek 3 instead. It was funny la. Yup and we went home cause of some FUCKED up reason. Its on my part luh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-1079776189402039202?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/1079776189402039202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=1079776189402039202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/1079776189402039202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/1079776189402039202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-saturday-was-hell-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-6054619337102058864</id><published>2007-05-25T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T19:21:28.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im baaaacccckkk!&lt;br /&gt;Okie...&lt;br /&gt;Went to school without waking up late today.&lt;br /&gt;Met Thiru on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with her.&lt;br /&gt;Found out that there is school tomorrow as well as the parent teacher rapport session.&lt;br /&gt;And i basically had mother tongue, mother tongue, mother tongue the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;But today was fun la. &lt;br /&gt;Jeeviyan, Thiru and i had a GREAT time laughing non stop for no particulary reason.&lt;br /&gt;Umm had some fun joking and bullying Silva too.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that Jeeviyan loves to like takes pictures of himself.&lt;br /&gt;And Thiru took two pictures of Kejendran...&lt;br /&gt;This group of sec 5 malay guys suddenly started to call me 'Kavita'. &lt;br /&gt;But...im NOT Kavita..im Christine...&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised that they were like just doing it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to their 'fun', i made new friends!&lt;br /&gt;I kinda had an over dose of milk(as known as soya bean milk - vitasoy) during recess today. &lt;br /&gt;Before recess ended, Thiru and i went to the toilet and found this millipede on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;It was like wriggling.&lt;br /&gt;It sort of like didnt move for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;I took a pic of it!&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;And yeah...i went home with Thiru and Silva.&lt;br /&gt;Thiru is a girl by the way..&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it..&lt;br /&gt;My Tamil O level is like in 3 days time. &lt;br /&gt;Starting to panic a little...&lt;br /&gt;Getting nervous breakdowns too. - actually no..haha its just to spice up my blog.&lt;br /&gt;And....MY BABY IS BACK IN SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;Errm ok la thats it..gonna study some tamil and wait for Thiru to come online to snd me pictures. &lt;br /&gt;Aaadiyoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: i will upload the pictures once this fucking blogspot is like ok...giving me soo much problems! Argh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-6054619337102058864?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/6054619337102058864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=6054619337102058864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6054619337102058864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6054619337102058864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-baaaacccckkk-okie.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-2726097148409550570</id><published>2007-05-24T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:51:45.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so i woke up a little late to go to school today...BUT, i reached school 15 minutes before school started cause i decided to walk to school and not take the bus. Hmmm yeps...i had to like give MY OWN 10 bucks for the freaking schools fundraising. And...i practically had mother tongue, mother tongue, mother tongue the whole day. Well, except for that one period of chemistry luh. Came home and took a bath. Then i met up with Cassandra, Brenda, Diana, Faustina and Edward Bingei at Khatib MRT station. Umm yeah. We then went to teacher pams house as known as 'casa glass'. LOL. Edward Tang, Edmund Sim, Erica and Greg were like already there. Hmmm we kinda chilled there. Teacher pam cooked for us spagetthi for dinner and garlic bread. And there were like goodies too luh. We played twister. Haha freak show sial..i was practically rolling all over teacher pams floor! We took lotsa pictures. Oh ya it is teacher pams anniversary this Saturday, Kenneth's and teacher pam's mums birthday tomorrow. And yup....we left her place around 10pm. :D I reached home around 10.40pm and im TIRED! Gonna upload the pictures i took today and im gonna sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-2726097148409550570?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/2726097148409550570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=2726097148409550570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2726097148409550570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2726097148409550570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-so-i-woke-up-little-late-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-1318589932471753363</id><published>2007-05-23T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:48:17.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" 20src="%22%3Ca%20href="%22http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/318512/2.gif%22%3Ehttp://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/318512/2.gif%3C/a%3E%22%20alt="%22Leaderboard%22%20border="%220%22%3E%3C/a%3E%3Ca%20href="%22%3Ca%20href=""&gt;http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-1318589932471753363?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/1318589932471753363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=1318589932471753363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/1318589932471753363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/1318589932471753363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/href-create-your-own-friend-test-here.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-8837591639860097211</id><published>2007-05-23T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:10:34.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alrighty...UPDATES are here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;On Thursday, 17 May 2007,&lt;/span&gt; i passed my phone to Pradeep so that he could help me scold those guys. This is what happened. This guy Kumar wanted to be my friend but i said no. He forced me and i still said no. So he passed my no to his friends and they would call me everynight and even at like 2 or 3am in the morning to scold me. I got pissed. I mean like DUH! So i passed it to him during recess. He was like happy when i gave him my phone la..haha idiot! Then during lunch, he called thirus phone and asked her to call me. So i went to his class and he said those guys just called and all. And they fought over the phone. THE BEST PART: Pradeep knows that i still like him and all he could still tell me this. - ''those guys said Kumar is my boyfriend and asked who he is. And Pradeep said that he is MY GUY!'' WHOOTS! Haha im like uber happy luh. Ok so he took my phone home. In the night, Thiru messaged my phone and asked him to call my house to tell me some things. And he did call my house..UBER UBER HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The next day, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Friday, 18 May 2007,&lt;/span&gt; he came to school late. I freaked out cause i was afraid he wasnt going to come to school and then i wouldnt be able to get my phone. But he did come around 9am. Then during recess he was with a few of his friends at the foyer. Mrs Samantha Ong was there. When Pradeep gave me back my phone, i asked him what happened and he went like nothing. Yeps..THE EFFING PART IS....Mrs Samantha Ong told me...''Chriiisssstiine right? Stay away from him(Pradeep)''. WALAU! BITCH SIAL SHE! That day around 3pm when i was already home, those guys called again. And like they scolded me and told me i needed a more manly boyfriend. FUCK! Then i scolded them back and they scolded me back and they hung up. And i cried cause they hurt my feelings very badly. Then my dad called and we fought cause i had no mood for his nonsense. He was irritating me la. And Joel broke with me. All this happened on the same day. Around 8pm, i was still upset so i went out for a walk. Saw Shadrac(Gabilesh's friend) on the way home. Didnt talk though..i went straight home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Next day,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt; Saturday, 19 May 2007,&lt;/span&gt; had tuition in the morning. Kinda slacked the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sunday, 20 May 2007,&lt;/span&gt; went to church. Together with Cass and Bingei, we accompanied Brenda and Jacinta to Cathegism class. Clarence was there too. After class, we met Nicole. Jacinta and Clarence went home. Nicole, Brenda and i took emo pictures....Here are the pictures....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067757546837162114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RlRKo4MIuII/AAAAAAAAACU/5X2Boh81Jts/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067757920499316882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RlRK-oMIuJI/AAAAAAAAACc/SP2qIKJglt0/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067757061505857650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RlRKMoMIuHI/AAAAAAAAACM/tFDj73azdXA/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After that, Cass, Brenda and i went to Northpoint. We took neoprints and walked around. I bought a small angel which is meant to represent Pradeep. Now where ever i go, Pradeep will always be there with me. =) Then we went home. The picture of ''Pradeep''...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067760982810998946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RlRNw4MIuKI/AAAAAAAAACk/ep6ivPwPx4g/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And then we took neoprints. Will upload them once ive gotten them scanned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;On &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Monday, 21 May 2007,&lt;/span&gt; Pradeep didnt come to school. DANG! Errm after the sec4's afternoon assembly, Mr Teo wanted our class to stay back. HE WAS FREAKING ANGRY LUH! He made me and 18 others stand up cause of our results...Woah..then he scolded us and all. Dont wish to elaborate on that. That night, i had tuition and came online only around 11pm plus...Pradeep was online so i had a chat with him for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tuesday, 22 May 2007,&lt;/span&gt; I saw Pradeeps whole class at the foyer when i reached school. His whole class was going to Sarawak. I soooooo WANTED to hug him and say that ill miss him lots but i didnt get the chance to. =( I practically rotted the whole day and got pissed later on. Jai, my tamil class classmate kinda insulted me and said im like stupid and all indirectly. Then he indirectly said im disgusting when it was he who threw tissues that he blew his nose into on me. And also he indirectly said im stupid MANY MANY times before. Later on, Israel told me that the indian guys from my class talks about me and will say...''as long as i do better than Christine than good''. What the fuck la! CHIBAI! Pissed with them. I hate them to the max! The whole of Tuesday was like shit la.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt; i didnt go to school. Didnt have the mood to. So i woke up at 1pm. Ate ''breakfast'' and went to the doctor. Got my MC and came home. Errm did abit of tamil till 5pm. Left the house with my sis to go to the airport to send my dad, Vicky and Sherman off. They were going to Australia for Sherman's birthday which is on the 27th of this month. Errm yeah. Came home with Panja(their maid from India). She is staying with us till this Saturday. Then she will go stay with Kavi(Vicky's sisters husband) and his family. Will try to get a random pic of her. HEHEHE(cheeky laugh). Yeps so ive like got a ''visitor'' living with me. COOL! First time what.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And yes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;IM MISSSING PRADEEP LOTS! I SOOO LOVE HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;. I happened to see a wishing star today. And guess what i wished for? *winks!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;By the way, today is Shameer's birthday. So .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY SHAMEER!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aights...im gonna finish my tamil compre and get to bed. See ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-8837591639860097211?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/8837591639860097211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=8837591639860097211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8837591639860097211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8837591639860097211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/alrighty.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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/_SJorJgx91sk/RlRKo4MIuII/AAAAAAAAACU/5X2Boh81Jts/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-2156010645406383348</id><published>2007-05-16T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:49:15.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want a normal DECENT life!&lt;br /&gt;Quit disturbing me!&lt;br /&gt;Stop calling me and trying to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;No way am i interested..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i feel like im fighting against time for my O's&lt;br /&gt;Sigh im sick and tired of this la.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things just keeps coming in my way...&lt;br /&gt;I want it to stop!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna concentrate on my O's and nothing else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mid year results are like SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Im uber SAD luh.&lt;br /&gt;I studied ok!&lt;br /&gt;Like what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;I failed EVERYTHING except for English&lt;br /&gt;And like..i failed ART!&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault la..&lt;br /&gt;The question paper was wrong and how was i supposed to know?!?!&lt;br /&gt;8/60 for ART leh!&lt;br /&gt;WALAUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis came back from Holland right..&lt;br /&gt;OK fine!&lt;br /&gt;But hallooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You arent in Holland anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Whats with the uber niceness like my aunty?&lt;br /&gt;And for heavens sake..&lt;br /&gt;Yesss&lt;br /&gt;I know Hollands food n weather and way of doing things and lifestyle and all is DIFFERENT anf BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;But you are back in Singapore where the food is all rice and fried, where the weather is HOT and where things are sooo pressurising.&lt;br /&gt;So just shut the fuck up and STOP talking about Holland with that fucking 'slang' of yours!&lt;br /&gt;Stop being sooo whiny and complaining luh!&lt;br /&gt;Ya the ice cream there is nicer but you are a fucking Singaporean so shut up and live with it!&lt;br /&gt;You went there for like only 2 effing weeks but have spent your entire lifetime in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Shut up already!&lt;br /&gt;You go there for 2 darn weeks and you forget everything about Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;You forget everything about how YOU do things in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, you lost yourself!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOST you!&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who you are anymore la&lt;br /&gt;You are not the sister i used to love..&lt;br /&gt;You are a whole new different person&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I dont have anyone to talk to about things anymore..&lt;br /&gt;My friends are there&lt;br /&gt;BUT..they wouldnt know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;They are also facing the same problems as me...&lt;br /&gt;They are also finding for a way out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whole incident that happened to me in Student Council...im not over it yet..dont think i ever will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need P.... right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FREAKING need comfort..&lt;br /&gt;I want to be hugged tight and told that its ok...that..i dont need to always be strong..that i can let things out..that i dont have to keep them inside anymore..that they are gonna be there with me no matter what...i need a guardian angel badly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-2156010645406383348?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/2156010645406383348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=2156010645406383348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2156010645406383348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2156010645406383348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-want-normal-decent-life-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-6370765447428367548</id><published>2007-05-14T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:16:40.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didnt go to school today....IM SICK! Arghh! Well, at least i managged to get rid of 10 hours of tamil in my life. 90 hours of tamil to go...SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright..so on Saturday i woke up early for tamil and chemistry tuition. 9am - 11am. Then i met Cass in North Point at 12pm. Together we had lunch, bought a present for my mother for mothers day and walked around for a while. By the way, i got her a black bag which cost $68 bucks from bonia. Errm then we headed to my condo so that Cass and i could study. I did tamil while she did art. Then is started to rain around 4pm when she had to leave. So my dad sent her home. Then the mothers day party started. My dad ordered malay food from arab street. The whole of Vicky's side was there. Umm yeah...the party lasted till like 11pm. Oh my dad got me a new phone too. Nokia 3110. After that he sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, wished my mum a happy mothers day. Met Cass and Jacinta and went for mass. Then Cass had to leave. So Jacinta and i went to have lunch and then we went to North Point. I exchanged the bag i got my mum to a wallet. A really nice one. I lost a few dollars but its ok =). Umm then it was like 2.30pm. My mum was already in North Point so Jacinta went back home. My mum and i went to Changi Airport to pick my sister up. We waited and waited and then she came. Picked her up and ate a lil at one of the restaurants. Then we went back home. Looks like my sis had lotsa fun in Holland with aunt sheila. Hmmmm yeps by the time i reached home i really wasnt feeling well. Had headaches and was very tired and all. But i still helped my sis to unpack. Got some goodies and stuff. Errm yup. Thats about it..i slept and decided that i didnt want to go to school today not only because im sick but also because i didnt feel like going for tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie...might come back to blog later if anything happens..&lt;br /&gt;Aights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-6370765447428367548?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/6370765447428367548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=6370765447428367548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6370765447428367548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6370765447428367548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-7638751644528672282</id><published>2007-05-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:53:08.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; P.DIDDY!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063284842455241202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RkRmvN8qEfI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgwrZOoK3nQ/s400/p.diddy+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063284344239034834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RkRmSN8qEdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6-kB5xv8QrU/s400/p.diddy+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063284193915179458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RkRmJd8qEcI/AAAAAAAAABs/qarrxm3gCc8/s400/p.diddy+3.bmp" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063284077951062450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RkRmCt8qEbI/AAAAAAAAABk/nmJ6mFiWev0/s400/p.diddy+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063283966281912738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RkRl8N8qEaI/AAAAAAAAABc/VFL-k6lfNbc/s400/p.diddy+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/34849337-7638751644528672282?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/7638751644528672282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=7638751644528672282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7638751644528672282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7638751644528672282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-p.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RkRmvN8qEfI/AAAAAAAAACE/rgwrZOoK3nQ/s72-c/p.diddy+4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-7655852833130818185</id><published>2007-05-11T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:44:43.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so this is what happened today. It rained in the morning. -DANG!- I had to carry 3 arch files to school in my hands cause my bag was filled with tamil books. My right shoe had a hole underneath. So my right feet got really wet when i stepped onto a pile of water. Ok getting side tracked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. this is one thing i wanted to mention in my blog. When i was in the 962 bus in Sembawang, i was like carry 3 files right? This indian uncle gave up his seat for me. So sweet. So thank you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..he waited for me outside my class..like WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was MOTHER TOUNGUE INTENSIVE REVISION from 8AM - 5.30PM straight! Ok la...i managed to survive. But i kinda felt a lil left out and kinda started to get irritated with her. Sigh...why? I also think they dont believe me..instead i think they believe him. How could they? Im feeling soo alone..i even said something like that on msn. BUT...Miz was there for me..he is such a good friend really. Love him lots!!! Sighs..im sick luh! Hope i get well soon. I finally got the chance to talk to Roseria again after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, i met Jess at 8pm and we went to the library. Then we went to Mac to eat ice cream. I reached home around 9.30pm. Used to going out in the night la. Yups..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty..thats all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-7655852833130818185?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/7655852833130818185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=7655852833130818185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7655852833130818185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7655852833130818185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-so-this-is-what-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-7842248053225076245</id><published>2007-05-10T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:49:53.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By the way..im loving this songs...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What comes around goes around by Justin Timberlake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You know I gave you the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You had me in the palm of your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So why your love went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just can't seem to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thought it was me and you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me and you until the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I guess I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is this the way it's really going down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Should've known better when you came around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That you were gonna make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's breaking my heart to watch you run around'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You said that you were moving on now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And maybe I should do the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Funny thing about that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was ready to give you my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thought it was me and you, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And now, it's all just a shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I guess I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can you tell me is this fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is this the way it's really going down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Should've known better when you came around (should've known better that you were gonna make me cry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That you were going to make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You should know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You should know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't want to think about it (no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Feeling the blues about it (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is this the way it's really going down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Should've known better when you came around (should've known better that you were gonna make me cry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That you were going to make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But that's okay baby 'cause in time you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Comes Around interlude:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let me paint this picture for you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You spend your nights alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And he never comes home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And every time you call him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;All you get's a busy tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I heard you found out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That he's doing to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What you did to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ain't that the way it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When you cheated girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My heart bleeded girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just a classic case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A scenarioTale as old as time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl you got what you deserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And now you want somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To cure the lonely nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You wish you had somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That could come and make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But girl I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[laughs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You should've listened to me, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(What goes around comes back around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[laughs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-7842248053225076245?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/7842248053225076245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=7842248053225076245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7842248053225076245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/7842248053225076245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/by-way.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-2046247762851545424</id><published>2007-05-10T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:35:56.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all i would like to start off with a shoutout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRHTDAY SHAMINI!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And secondly,...&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the end of the Mid Year Examinations!!!!&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY!!!!, tomorrow is the start of E cube camp.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it ah!&lt;br /&gt;Told ya YTSS sucks!&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be 9-10 hours of Mother Tongue Intensive Revision straight.&lt;br /&gt;Arrrggghhhhh - a cry in despair...SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, art exam was crazy la today.&lt;br /&gt;Im not taking the drawing paper.&lt;br /&gt;I opted for the written paper...&lt;br /&gt;So instead of 3 hours, i only had to sit for 1 hour and 20 mins..&lt;br /&gt;AND....i had to answer 6 questions worth 10 marks each for 1 hour and 20 mins!&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful huh?&lt;br /&gt;DANG! DANG! DANG!&lt;br /&gt;After the paper..Joe and i went to Mos Burger to have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;I came home and edited lotsa pictures..&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;I must upload one of it..&lt;br /&gt;Damn nice ah!&lt;br /&gt;Its the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ROYAL NUTTY FAMILY PORTRAIT&lt;/span&gt; with me as &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE ELFY PRINCESS CASHEWNUT CHRISTINE =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062797647134986626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RkKrot8qEYI/AAAAAAAAABM/1GeTsx2p7Kk/s400/the+royal+nutty+family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;These are the rest: ( from left to right then down and left to right again and so on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shannon -King of nuts Shannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cassandra - Princess peanut Cassandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Edward Bingei - Sir knight almond nut Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christine(me) - Elfy princess cashewnut Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mattuez Benedict - Pet dragon pistachio nut Mattuez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Matthew Lim - Prince chestnut Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Edward Tang - Wizard walnut Edward&lt;br /&gt;Brenda - Fairy godmother hazelnut Brenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bryan Kwa - Sir knight brazillion nut Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Roseria Nathan - Pixie honey nut Roseria&lt;br /&gt;Fabian - Pet donkey mixed nut Fabian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nicole - Princess macademia nut Nicole&lt;br /&gt;(Yeps we are a family!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus we wanna make a jersey for us all.&lt;br /&gt;COOL huh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;My life is never boring without them..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....after this..i MIGHT...or i MIGHT NOT return to blog again..&lt;br /&gt;For today la...&lt;br /&gt;Im probably gonna rot at home or go out..somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh i need the nuts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way..CRAZY CHRISSY PILLS ARE STILL AROUND KAYS!&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who dont know..&lt;br /&gt;Brenda and Cassandra and Nicole thinks ive got Crazy Chrissy Pills which makes people go high&lt;br /&gt;Cause whenever im around them...they go high&lt;br /&gt;Thus, whenever they are down, they ask for crazy chrissy pills&lt;br /&gt;Haha lol..sounds a little wrong..&lt;br /&gt;My crazy chrissy pills ''advertisement'' is in another post..somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;Find for it if you wanna know how crazy that ''advertisement'' is..&lt;br /&gt;Then later, Brenda came up with the conclusion that they dont need the pills&lt;br /&gt;They will just go high whenever they are around me..&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya fools!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-2046247762851545424?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/2046247762851545424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=2046247762851545424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2046247762851545424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2046247762851545424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/yeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RkKrot8qEYI/AAAAAAAAABM/1GeTsx2p7Kk/s72-c/the+royal+nutty+family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-2226848973934583102</id><published>2007-05-08T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:32:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang!!! Im sick luh! Damn it! *CURSES!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha im also not myself..im a lil crazy a the moment. Dont know whats gotten into me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..today is the second last exam before MYE comes to an end. Cant wait. At the same time..i dont want it to end. Why? FREAKING RESULTS LUH! I heard that only 4 people from my class passed Physics. Like what the hell!?!? In fact, all the papers were so freaking tough la. Even my best subject at the moment. - MATHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save my soul. Anyways,..my last paper is art. Its on Thursday. So...tomorrow ive got no school. And ive also got no plans. Which means ill be rotting at home. Boring ah! I need something to doooo! *TEARS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya..i insulted Kejendran till he became speecheless. Yes KEJENDRAN! Im putting your name here on PURPOSE. To insult you like i promise i would whenever i get the chance to. Oh ok..i guess ive not blogged about him yet. This is what happened...Kejendran asked me for petting...i said no...he told everyone that i asked for it instead and changed the whole story..i got pissed...scolded him till he admited that he did ask for it....saved the conversation and sent it to everyone to prove my innocence..BUT..i wont stop..ill continue to insult him whenever possible...cause...he made me sound CHEAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, 4 May O7, I went to meet my dad at one of the AMK coffee shops. I took the bus..in the bus i went like OMG! I wore this short denim skirt. So i sat and it went up a lil higher but i didnt expose anything la. DUH! Then this JC *GIRL* came up the bus and stood opposite me. She was like facing me and listening to her mp3. When i looked at her..she was staring at my thighs and licked her lips. DAMN FREAKY LAAA! I went like OMG. And..luckily i got down the bus 3 stops later. Stayed over at my dads place on Friday night. Saturday morning, 5 May 07, ..he sent me home after having breakfast at mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm Sunday, 6 May 07, met Cass and Brenda in church. We helped teacher Pam sell photos. Then as usual, Shannon, Edward Bingei, Bryan Nicholas Angel, Matthew Lim and Bradney Daniel came. (the reason why i mention some people name in full is because there are other people with the same names). Brenda, Shannon, Matthew Lim, Bradney and i went for mass. Then Jacinta came. I accompanied her and Breada to Cathegism class. Coincidently, Melissa's cuz, Nigel, was there. He sat beside me. After class..Jacinta followed me till my block and waited. Before reaching my block..i discovered that Nigel lives like 2 mins away from me. I can even see his house from my house. Cool! Then i went up and came down with the jacket i promised Jacinta. I walked her to her block and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 7 May o7, i nearly killed myself. It was Maths paper 1 and 2 la. Damn difficult la. I already elaborated on that. Hmmm ok..i had a 4 hour break in between the two papers. Lois, Roy, Melvin, Eric and i went to Mos Burger in Sunplaza to eat. Then we walked around and went to the library in Sun Plaza. After that we went back to school. But it was damn fun with them la. Haha we joked and joked like crazy. After the paper, i went home with Thiru, Nishaa and Janah. Haha i joked sooo much through out the whole jouney home that i made Thiru's stomach hurt due to too much laughter and got Nishaa a lil irritated cause Thiru and i laughed too much. Janah went home earlier than any of us. Yesterday was fun luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went to school for the 1 hour POA paper 1. After that i came home. And cleaned my room and slept. Yay! Can finally wake up late tomorrow. No school. But im sure to rot at home. Sigh..ill probably go out..if not ill rot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-2226848973934583102?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/2226848973934583102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=2226848973934583102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2226848973934583102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2226848973934583102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/dang-im-sick-luh-damn-it-curses-haha-im.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-2992819067176058739</id><published>2007-05-03T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:35:05.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Physics sucked like hell la! Walau i didnt know how to do SO MANY questions! Argh! Im already gonna screw up for lotsa papers so i cant afford to screw up for the rest. Im gonna keep this post as short as possible. Kays...after everything today, Lois and i ate at mac. Then when i was at the Yishun interchange...Cass came up to me and i went like eh! Haha. For her sake, we walked all the way to the 811 bus stop near church which is near my house so that we could talk for a longer time while making our way home. Yeps. Thats about it. I came home and SLEPT!!! Walau again...i wasted so much time la. But never mind..im gonna stay up studying for history AND my POA paper tomorow. How sucky can my day get huh? =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-2992819067176058739?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/2992819067176058739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=2992819067176058739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2992819067176058739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2992819067176058739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-physics-sucked-like-hell-la-walau.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-1247205083973256157</id><published>2007-05-02T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:17:43.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so ive been busy...my schools drama club got Silver for the SYF. Hey..we did our best alright? And we also improved internally...so dont be sad. In fact be happy kays..we did our best aights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn my school la. YTSS SUCKS BIG TIME! Whats with this counselling  shit? Im a freaking student councilor in school. And the fucking shitty school sends a councilor for counselling? BULLSHIT!!! Even the counsellor herself cant remember my name and what nonsense we discussed about. By the way...ive been lieing to you. Whatever i told you( the counsellor) are all lies. =) PROUD OF MYSELF FOR FOOLING AN OLD HAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mid years have started....DANG! Im done with my chem and phy practical, ss, eng, tamil, chem and phy MCQ and chemistry paper. Errm OK la...Dont really know if i can pass BUT i did study and i sure hope to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship. So thiru and melissa became friends again. Thats good. I mean its been a whole year since they stopped talking. Its kinda touching actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Yesterday i went to Nee Soon CC with Jacinta to study Social Studies. Today...Melissa, Thiru, Nishaa and i went to mac near my house to study for Physics...yeps..i lead a boring life and i think im over him..not so sure la but i think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkays..im gonna have my dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-1247205083973256157?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/1247205083973256157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=1247205083973256157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/1247205083973256157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/1247205083973256157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-so-ive-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-6189447054706958648</id><published>2007-04-21T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:53:54.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ill keep is short...had tuition from 9am-2pm. Went down to get lunch. Saw Abbas...so i talked to him lah! Came home, ate, slept, woke up in time for dinner, ate, watched tv, msged Joel and im going to bed... NIGHTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-6189447054706958648?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/6189447054706958648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=6189447054706958648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6189447054706958648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6189447054706958648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-keep-is-short.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-3664602981074282784</id><published>2007-04-20T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:56:32.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RijGTfu9ckI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80WHR0-o4vI/s1600-h/alone.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055508619961659970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RijGTfu9ckI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80WHR0-o4vI/s320/alone.bmp" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm nothing much really happened today..had only english and art lesson. Umm i stayed back in school intending to do something for art but i ended up doing nothing. I did see Ms Tan Ping Ping and Ms Kong for maths and chemistry ISG. And yeah..was supposed to meet Shakur but he couldnt make it in the end. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im currently feeling depressed and shagged. I guess its about Pradeep la. And i guess ill never stop loving him. I always did, still do and always will. I will even wait an eternity if i will eventually get him. Cause im in love with him. I care for him so freaking much. And i dont know what ill do without him. Sigh..but like..whenever i see him, i feel sad..yet at the same time, i would wanna look at him even more. I get this sense of happiness at the sight of him. But then...i would digress and think about him not loving me and how ive been trying so hard to forget him but to no avail. SIGH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;depression&lt;/em&gt; SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/34849337-3664602981074282784?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/3664602981074282784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=3664602981074282784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3664602981074282784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/3664602981074282784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmm-nothing-much-really-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RijGTfu9ckI/AAAAAAAAAAU/80WHR0-o4vI/s72-c/alone.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-737005238037372804</id><published>2007-04-19T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:02:42.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok im shagged. I did my 2.4km run today. It wasnt my best cause at the end of the run, i was OK. I want dying. I should be. So i wanna retake my test. Yeps.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Mr Tan Guo Lian( my art teacher) after PE today for IGS. Bloody hell! He went out of school. I waited for 40 mins till 5.40pm! ARGH! Then i saw Miz..and he was going home. So i went home with him. On the way, we stopped at Sun Plaza cause he wanted to buya file. Then we took 859 and in the bus, we saw Iffa. Then Miz left and Iffa and i went home. I followed her to print some pictures for art. Then at the interchange, i saw Sree, Ms Mageshwari, Sarah and Saffir. We all took 804 together except for Sarah. Haha it was fun la. And nice to see my old friends again. Saffir is still the same. He made me laugh like he always used to. Sigh...i miss those times. Anyways yeah im gonna go study.. for real. Ok after my dinner la. Haha..see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-737005238037372804?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/737005238037372804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=737005238037372804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/737005238037372804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/737005238037372804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-im-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-6036178120589661106</id><published>2007-04-18T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:04:02.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so i skipped modular sports this morning, my council meeting and my bottom 30 study thing. I was in the canteen with Nicole..catching up on things. Before i went to class, HE walked past me and whacked my head. YES! Haha..im crazy. First period was english. Mdm low was 15 mins late. Ugh! Then it was recess...followed by POA, maths, lunch, art and SS. Nothing much happened today. Im just feeling down over the fact that HE and i have nothing anymore. I mean...we arent even close like we used to be. I want things to go the way i want them to go for once. I love him with all my heart and always will.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright..i need to go revise and finish my 5 boards for art by Friday. Argh! Hating art at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-6036178120589661106?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/6036178120589661106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=6036178120589661106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6036178120589661106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6036178120589661106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-so-i-skipped-modular-sports-this.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-5158702693237635784</id><published>2007-04-17T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:35:26.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My days in Yishun Town are getting tougher and tougher. Almost everyday is like PACKED with something. I dont even have time for myself..sighs. But nevermind..i will pull through with no regrets. Next week is my MYE. First paper is my science practical. Ahhh! Time to scream. STRESS! This morning, right after the morning assembly, a cockroah ''ran'' across my class. Haha it was hilarious! Everyone immediately stood up and screamed. And..HAHAHAHA Tong Ngan squashed it. It was like gross la...Ewww and walau! I got caught today in 3 years for in appropriate attire. Actually..it was my nails la. The teachers thought it was long when its FINE! FREAKING FINE OKAY! They made us who had problems with the finger nails stay back after assembly at the parade square and cut our nails there. Like what the shit is your asshole-onic problem? You know....TEACHERS should lead by EXAMPLE!!! Hmmm today was rather fast. Luckily i didnt have any mentoring shit after school today. I went home straight after school and knocked out. I was still mentally tired after the SYF. So i crashed and woke up in time for my chemistry tuition with Kumari. Shes soooo nice. Nono really! She even gave me all her books and bought me a packet of chocolates. So sweet of her. Yeps..So im currently tidying and organising my things. And ill probably head to the bed and sleep like a pig again. Aights yall. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-5158702693237635784?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/5158702693237635784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=5158702693237635784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/5158702693237635784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/5158702693237635784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-days-in-yishun-town-are-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-249577302745073012</id><published>2007-04-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:29:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAMA CLUB SYF 2007</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! I cant believe its like over. I went for the SYF for drama today. We did it! Yeah..we pulled it off with great team effort and YES! WHOOTS! Haha...Alright. So i worked with Hui Yun and Silva for the lights. We made it. Yeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm sad thing is...my batch of ex co's has officially stepped down from our posts. I mean the thing is i absolutely LOVE drama club and my batch of crazy nuts. Will definelty miss them lots and yeah. We are gonna try to make sure that we dont miss each other..which means...we are gonna have to continuously be there for each other no matter what. Same goes for my drama club members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ms Soh had a meeting with us sec 4's. She told me that &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;im strong on the inside and no body can take that away from me.&lt;/span&gt; Im posting this not because i wanna show off to others.. like BLEH! This is my blog! Im posting this so that if i ever look back and read my previous posts...this words of encouragement will help me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..in the end, we did this for ourselves. Not for the school, not for the name or the award, not for the instructors or Mr Tan. We all improved in a way or another. We are more diciplined and matured. We gave in our very best and now..when we look back. We really dont have any regrets. AT ALL! Yup. Im proud of you guys. REALLY! Super uber proud. Great job guys. And congrats. I hope you guys carry on this passion we have for drama to the other generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama is seriously not about putting on any expressions and conveying a few actions. - QUOTED BY MS SUSAN SOH. Drama is soo much more. Especially theatre acting. One who actually has the passion and determination to learn about drama will eventually understand this. Drama and acting is not an easy task at all. It is about putting yourself in the characters shoes and bringing that character out to life. To show the audience how the character is really like and what the character does and feels. It is about the understanding of the various characters you are assigned to. Be it a crippled, a bitch, a sadistic person, an over joyed person, someone who got knocked down from the car...it can be anything. So yeah..i just like to say...live today with full of emotions like there is no tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way..today is Laffyette's birthday. So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Happy Birthday 17th Laffyette!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For those of you who are wondering...he is an online friend. A nice one. Yeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures we took....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RijHwvu9cmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z-MYQJggRmY/s1600-h/282255278l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055510221984461410" style="CURSOR: hand" height="245" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RijHwvu9cmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z-MYQJggRmY/s320/282255278l.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mizrahi, April and Melissa (Sec 4 drama ex co's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RijIrfu9cnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5utqRnmpExE/s1600-h/drama+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055511231301775986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RijIrfu9cnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5utqRnmpExE/s320/drama+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iffa and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RijJYvu9coI/AAAAAAAAAA0/abccD7ivSSE/s1600-h/drama+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055512008690856578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RijJYvu9coI/AAAAAAAAAA0/abccD7ivSSE/s320/drama+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoots! The back stage crew and Suhaimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RijJyPu9cpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zv1770djvj8/s1600-h/drama+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055512446777520786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SJorJgx91sk/RijJyPu9cpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zv1770djvj8/s320/drama+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back stage screw emo-ing!&lt;/div&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/34849337-249577302745073012?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/249577302745073012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=249577302745073012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/249577302745073012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/249577302745073012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/04/drama-club-syf-2007.html' title='DRAMA CLUB SYF 2007'/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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/_SJorJgx91sk/RijHwvu9cmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z-MYQJggRmY/s72-c/282255278l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34849337.post-5203314646021183579</id><published>2007-04-15T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:59:22.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heys all!&lt;br /&gt;Alrite...this whole week..nono wait..actually this whole month or rather the whole time i didnt update my blog has been freaking BUSY la...&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;My SYF for drama is tomorrow..And im doing lights..&lt;br /&gt;Last week was EASTER SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Had sleepovers at my condo...&lt;br /&gt;Next week is Roseria's house warming..cant wait..&lt;br /&gt;Ive finally got tamil and chemistry tuition!!!&lt;br /&gt;I missed my napha cause i had too many drama rehearsals for SYF - DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;Errrm......TESTS TESTS AND MORE TESTS...resulting to eye bags cause of the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Im an EMO KID! WHOOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie...i went to school today..YES! I know..its a Sunday..like what the hell was i doing in school? I'll tell you - we had the last rehearsal for tomorrow's SYF. Kinda wasted my time in school if you asked me. So this is what happened. I stayed in Forest Hills( the condominium) yesterday night all on my own. YES! On my own..i needed some time alone...plus privacy larrr...Today i woke up early and left the condo at like 9am? Took the bus to Yishun and reached the air base outside Chong Pang at like...9.20am. I had to be in church before 10.15am. So i decided to walk. I walked and reached there at 10am? STILL EARLY! Arrghhh. Yeps so then everyone arrived and we went for mass. Brenda and Cass gave Bingei and i our easter eggs and chocolates. The chocolate was NICE! Home made seh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! After mass, Bingei was waving at im not sure who and dropped his egg on the stairs on our way down. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! The yolk was like all over lah! Then we had to clean it. Matt Ben didnt come today. He wasnt feeling well. Errm and oh ya! Before i forget....today is Melvin Prakash's birthday! So....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY MELVIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And....yesterday was Athena's birthday! So....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY ATHENA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeps... Ummm...what else..okay..so after mass i went to school. Was supposed to be there at like 9.15am but i reached there at like 12.25pm. Hehe..Eh! I went to church okay! Then ya i basically did nothing and emo'ed the whole time. The instructors and teachers worked with the acting cast only. I slacked. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm then after drama which ended at 5pm...we took the bus home. In the bus.....Jacinta called and we talked while i got down from the bus and walked home. So yeah...thats all about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...(OMG!!!) is my drama club's SYF...wish us luck..i mean seriously! I need to be in school by 7.25am. So yeah..to the rest of you drama peeps out there...REST WELL! Remember..we are doing this for ourselves..not for the school, not for the teachers, not for the instructors and not for the award. In the end..you peeps must realise that you have changed ALOT!...In fact..you have changed for the better. When you are up there on stage...be confident of yourself. All those months of preparation..is finally gonna pay off. Do what you have to do and pull the whole thing off. Like what Mrs Crudders said today...the play is a real life story...you people have the priveledge to act it out and reach out to others. Do it well...And reflect. Cause no matter what we get be it a COP, bronze, silver or gold...you guys gained something for yourselves..and not only the cast but the crew as well. Think about it..it can be friendship bond, dicipline, acting skills...whatever..its your life. So smile like there is no tomorrow and tomorrow..when you are on stage, behind stage, in the control room or whatever...give it your best shot and walk away with a smile. Dont look back and regret. If you really have to look back, then look back and make sure you tell yourself...i did it...i gave my very best. I faced the challenge and pulled it off..I AM GREAT! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-5203314646021183579?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/5203314646021183579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=5203314646021183579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/5203314646021183579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/5203314646021183579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/04/heys-all-alrite.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-8864030920686258002</id><published>2007-03-31T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T12:14:01.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kays....ive got ALOT to blog about..like duh!&lt;br /&gt;But...i cant think of what ive got to blog so ill blog about whatever i can.&lt;br /&gt;Errrm ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Bryan, Cass, Brenda, Nicole and i stayed over at my condo. Matt Lim came for the BBQ only. Will elaborate on that later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that someone likes me and thats BAD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, my drama club went to Hwa Chong Institution for our SYF rehearsal. The bus was late so Miz and i sat in the lorry that belonged to the uncle who was helping us to transport the props to Hwa Chong. Eight others took a taxi there. Later on the rest of the drama club members reached there. Errm Everyone left at 4pm when the rehearsal ended but Silva, Hui Yun and i stayed till 6pm to see how the Common Wealth Secondary boys managed the lights. After that, the three of us took taxi back to school cause Hui Yun and i left our bags there. Iffa and Miz were waiting for us. Umm yeah then we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, nothing much happened. I just went to stay in Forest Hills(my condominuim) on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ive got tuition so im back in Yishun and after tuition, im going to Thiru's house for her belated birthday party. Then ill meet Cass and Brenda and we will go to my house for our sleepover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-8864030920686258002?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/8864030920686258002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=8864030920686258002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8864030920686258002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8864030920686258002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/03/kays.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-413183399892392137</id><published>2007-03-14T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:04:32.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah ive been sooo busy lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I met Brenda to have breakfast at mac in the morning. Then i went to school for ART. Then i went home and met Vijaya later on for a movie. Ended around 8.45pm? So yeah i reached home at 9.45pm. Haha yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Errm okays...Tuesday - I had to be in school by 7.30am cause everyone of my classmates were the facilitators for the sec2 heritage trail. We went to boat quay...that area. I took the bumpboat ride twice. And walked around the memorial area twice. Why? Because...i had to take over 2 different classes. One in the morning known as the morning shift and one in the afternoon known as the afternoon shift. Haha ok LAME. Yes! I know... Mrs Gopala(my combined humans teacher) bought for my whole class mac chicken for lunch plus coke and fries. So nice of her! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THANK YOU MRS GOPALA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; After everything, we waited for like an hour for the bus but it didnt turn up. So we decided to go back on our own. I went back with Nishaa. We walked to Raffles MRT Station and took the train all the way back to Yishun. Haha then we bought bubble tea. The aunty added way too much chocolate in my drink cause i took chocolate bubble tea. And then we took a bus down to Chong Pang because Nishaa wanted to go to the handphone shop to do something. And then we went home cause it started to rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY!!!!!! Today la! I had a blast! Firstly, i met Brenda and Cassandra for breakfast in the morning at mac again. After breakfast, we walked Brenda to her school and Cass walked me to my school. I collected my result slip at 9am and then had drama at 10am. Drama ended at 5pm. And i met brenda outside my school. We cabbed down to Golden Village in Yishun. And we met, Edward Bingei, Nicole, Christopher(Edward Bingei's cuz) and Cassandra. Together, the six of us watched 'The pursuit of happyness'. NICE movie. Worth watching. Then the guys left and the girls went to burger king to have dinner. Haha and we came up with the nutty family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Shannon is the king of nuts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cass is the peanut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Im the cashewnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nicole is the macademia nut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Brenda is the hazelnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Edward Bingei is the almond nut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bryan is the brazilion nut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Matthew Benedict is the pistachio nut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Edward Tang is the roasted chestnut =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And together...we create the nutty family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;whooohooo! so fun! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, the four of us went to the interchange and totally acted like nuts! 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style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm awake but my world is half asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Voices tell me I should carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I am swimming in an ocean all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Baby, my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's written on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You still wonder if we made a big mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm awake but my world is half asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't mean to drag it on, but I can't seem to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't wanna make you face this world alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wanna let you go (alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm awake but my world is half asleepI pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-413183399892392137?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/413183399892392137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=413183399892392137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/413183399892392137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/413183399892392137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/03/woah-ive-been-sooo-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-5348646103917381032</id><published>2007-03-11T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:55:09.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah its been a long time..AND...ive got lots to post about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i keep finding out that ive got more and more cusions...BUT im not interested in meeting you all..WHY? TYPICAL INDIANS..you people are nothing but TYPICAL INDIANS who are only interested in meeting your OWN relatives to show off how preety you guys are or how well you guys can dress and all. Nothing but BULLSHIT! Thats right BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm secondly, i think this is the first time im gonna doubt her. She means alot to me as a friend. But i dont know..will update this part later after much reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, she asked me out for a movie after such a long time..will update this later too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, i hate her from church!!! update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth...busy schedule for next week..update later drama sec2 heritage trail timing etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, sheila akka daddy family nicole think im drifting apart...tot u lost me for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, I think i like him R and forgot him P SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, i love peeps from church..cass fausty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nineth, my advertisement - crazy chrissy pills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-5348646103917381032?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/5348646103917381032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=5348646103917381032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/5348646103917381032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/5348646103917381032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/03/heys-woah-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-8043696177983916810</id><published>2007-03-03T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:07:50.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alrighty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this is exactly whats been happening in my life. I kinda hate almost everything. The only wonderful thing thats been happening so far is my friends. I love them lots and hell yeah! I do. Yet, i dont trust everyone of them completely. What my dad said is right. Trust no one but yourself. Cause sooner or later. Even your closest buddy might betray you too. It happened to me once. It can happen again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My family has been talking about selling my house and buying a smaller one. If that happens then i hope i will have to transfer to another school and the new place i will be staying in is like far from Yishun. Yeah i will miss my friends but hey! They are my FRIENDS. They always will be. We can always meet and catch up and yes i know it wont be the same but life goes on right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish i wasnt in such an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;indian populated school&lt;/span&gt;. All the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;freaking indians&lt;/span&gt; and their &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freaking indian disgusting habits which always make me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;puuukkkeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Dei! Wanna meet and relak? No da."&lt;/span&gt; And all the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dumb indian vulgarities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eat your own shit la. I hope you rot in hell! FUCKTARDS!&lt;/span&gt; Seriously la. You should see the way they act. The girls would act &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sooooo cheap&lt;/span&gt; and put soo much make up and eye liner and my god just go to hell. And the guys? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whistling&lt;/span&gt; and making all the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid sounds&lt;/span&gt; and teasing girls?!?!? Just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET OUT OF MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I wanna move to a place where there arent soo much indians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School. I wanna transfer la seriosuly. The environment doesnt suit me one bit. I cant stand soo many people. They arent friendly! If you think they are then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;slap yourself and whack your head 3 times&lt;/span&gt;. Cause maybe then you should see how the people in other schools are. They are sooo nice and friendly. Not like my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;freaking school&lt;/span&gt;. What? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Too much ego and self-esteem?&lt;/span&gt; Get a life! Plus the teachers. They used to be nice. Now they are all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cold and evil creatures&lt;/span&gt;. The principle sucks too. Wish i listened to my dad and went to some really good school where i would have been brought up in a different way and would learn to appreciate life better. Maybe then my life would be great. Now it simply &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What else? Friends just sucks! Not the ones from chruch. Ok maybe some from church do. I mean no matter what, there are like always the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bitches&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sluts&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bastards &lt;/span&gt;right? Im fine with the church im in. I go there to worship god what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CCA and council. Council &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;sucks &lt;/span&gt;big time! Its worse than my CCA. I love my CCA cause of a few people there. I joined it cause my sis told me to. If not i think i would still end up in my CCA la. No difference also la. But it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt; cause of some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;censored&lt;/span&gt; reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yeps. Thats my life. It is this exactly - school, studies, CCA, council(although im not bothered anymore), church, friends and lots of hatred. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BOOORRRIIINNNNNGGGGG HUH?&lt;/span&gt; I KNOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's soo many things i wanna do and get myself involved in. I guess i lack time management. I wanna have many talents. And i dont see why i should post them up here cause i know for sure that there is this particular bitch who reads my posts and then when she gets angry for the slightest issue with me( why am i not surprised?), she would use that to blog about me. Like why would she bother to blog about me? Like what is her problem? I cant mention her name cause if i do, then i can get sued so ive decided not to if not i would. If you think that bitch is you and if it really is, WELL DONE! If it isnt...heys! Think again. It cant be you right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aights ive blogged enough. Thinking of someone has motivated me to study now. Yes it is currently 10pm and why not? Studies at this point of time is important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, i need a book to read. SIGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-8043696177983916810?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/8043696177983916810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=8043696177983916810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8043696177983916810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/8043696177983916810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/03/alrighty-so-this-is-exactly-whats-been.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-1528620397743152048</id><published>2007-03-02T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:30:18.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heya peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kays...I woke up, met my dad for breakfast, went to the doctor again and found out that i was right all this time. Ive got tonsilities!!! DAMN IT! Sighs..kays.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Errm, went out here and there with my dad. He bought me a new creative camera. Yippee! Haha...we went to Forest Hills(the condo) and had dinner at Pizza Hut. Yeps. Thats about it. I dont really have the mood to blog much. My ears are hurting like crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-1528620397743152048?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/1528620397743152048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=1528620397743152048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/1528620397743152048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/1528620397743152048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/03/heya-peeps-kays.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-2539904486595238611</id><published>2007-03-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:00:45.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya! Kays...these are something i came up with. I hope its meaningful and nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I need a shoulder to cry on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I need support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As the days passes by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Im falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Depression is the word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And im reaching the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Goodbye my loved ones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You are those I'll never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*One day, till we meet again. I loved you once and I'll love you again.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost in my own thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In my world..in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And you see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;While walking down that beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I cant tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How much you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes I say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Baby I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not believe me now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But one day you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till that day comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I’ll continue to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I promise you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love for you will never go ill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-2539904486595238611?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/2539904486595238611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=2539904486595238611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2539904486595238611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/2539904486595238611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/03/heya-kays.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-6115947828632783519</id><published>2007-03-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:38:20.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whooohoooo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My blog is back in action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say, i did miss my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for all the freaks out there, i really do miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alot of things happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly, i got confirmed on the 11 of February. Will upload the photos soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now im officially Christine Samantha Francis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice huh? I kinda like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TOO BAD if you dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secondly, Edward Bingei, a bestie of mine turned 16 on the 10 of February. Sooooo, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EDWARD BINGEI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Third, my Confi - prom is over. Was fun. My friends and i realised alot of things. Will upload the photos soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fourth, my term tests are like finally over!!! *WOOTS!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fifth, SIGHS! I cried too much on Sunday night. Thus my eyes somehow got infected and swell up. My eye lids are turning greyish in colour and it somehow affected my ears and throat too. My throat glands are like swollen and it hurts! My ears hurts too! My left ear is infected and my right ear needs to be flushed. OMG! PAIN! I cried cause of him. ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again, sighs! - RANDOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will update the rest tomorrow or what la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling kinda lazy already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeps..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not sure if i mentioned but i broke with Saravanan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He agreed to it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is only one person i've ever truly loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadly, im forcing myself to forget him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the help of god and my besties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna go do my Physics homework first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alrighty. See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-6115947828632783519?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/6115947828632783519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=6115947828632783519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6115947828632783519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/6115947828632783519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/03/whooohoooo-omg-my-blog-is-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-117094325022454621</id><published>2007-02-08T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:00:50.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On my way to school, i saw Saravanan(my b/f). So we walked to the MRT station together. Then he left and i waited for  Thiru to come. We then took the MRT to Sembawang. When we were in 962, i saw HIM! I got freaking happy and was like practically cheering away cause i thought he was gonna board the bus. Instead, the bus left without him. Sigh... He talked to me yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms T.K. &lt;em&gt;pissed&lt;/em&gt; me off this morning by asking me to get the backdrop for the sec4NA PTR done by today. Like HALOOOO! Im freaking hell not AnP anymore la. You dont know? BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...Hui Meng, Joe, Lois and i went for ISG with Ms Kong during recess today. Hmm went quite well actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my confession and rehearsal for my confirmation. Bryan's nick said - confirmation. its a buh bye to olss! Like whats that supposed to mean? He aint coming back? NOOOO! Then it came  to me that after confirmation, i might loose some people. And then i thought...why did god bring such wonderful people into my life and now he is taking them away? In fact, he always takes the closest people away! I rather be taken away first for my own selfish needs - so that i wouldnt be left in pain. Im scared..im scared of loosing my loved ones. I DONT WANT TO! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, ive been becoming very emo. And through that, i fell in love with a song. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;''Nelly Furtado - All Good Things''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Heres the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly what will become of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't like reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's way too clear to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But really life is daily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are what we don't see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We missed everything daydreaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travelling I always stop at exits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wondering if I'll stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young and restless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living this way I stress less&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pain sets it and I don't cryI only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day until the feeling went away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the clouds were dropping and the...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rain forgot how to bring salvation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dogs were barking at the new moon whistling a new tune&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-117094325022454621?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/117094325022454621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=117094325022454621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117094325022454621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117094325022454621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-my-way-to-school-i-saw-saravananmy.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-117085818272694235</id><published>2007-02-07T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:23:03.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah im feeling exhausted. Dont really feel like blogging so ill just keep it short. Was chatting with NC...had a hard time trying to find out his birthday from him. Anyways...my sister got a new job. Cool! Shes working in pilgrims the jewelry shop...doing retail. By the way...did i mention that i cut my hair? Its not VERY short but yeah. Hmmm nothing much happened today. Just that i got bullied as usual. Sunday's the big day! Kays...i better get to the homeworking mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-117085818272694235?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/117085818272694235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=117085818272694235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117085818272694235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117085818272694235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/02/wah-im-feeling-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-117077563399084111</id><published>2007-02-06T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:27:14.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wrsnmtemt6e m,a4em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-117077563399084111?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/117077563399084111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=117077563399084111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117077563399084111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117077563399084111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/02/wrsnmtemt6e-ma4em.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-117068563779501200</id><published>2007-02-05T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:27:17.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish that you would stop being an ass and would start talking to me!!! I MISS YOU....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-117068563779501200?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/117068563779501200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=117068563779501200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117068563779501200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117068563779501200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wish-that-you-would-stop-being-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-117068512192567011</id><published>2007-02-05T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:18:41.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know...i think i blogged about this before..but yeah....everyone has our own problems. Its just about how we choose to handle it. Thats just part and parcel of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life. Why? Because...there is such thing as love, pain, feelings and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends to the core! They will forever be in my heart! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-117068512192567011?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/117068512192567011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=117068512192567011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117068512192567011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117068512192567011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know_05.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-117068511993534206</id><published>2007-02-05T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:18:39.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know...i think i blogged about this before..but yeah....everyone has our own problems. Its just about how we choose to handle it. Thats just part and parcel of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life. Why? Because...there is such thing as love, pain, feelings and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends to the core! They will forever be in my heart! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-117068511993534206?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/117068511993534206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=117068511993534206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117068511993534206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117068511993534206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-117067359907349952</id><published>2007-02-05T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:06:39.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, school past by really FAST if you ask me. Im happy that im starting to see teachers for my ISG. Nothing much happened today. Just that i dont want to be close with her again. When i loose friends..i dont like to get them back and to trust them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i watched this dance show. I wanna be able to dance like them. So cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we are nothing huh? I guess we were never something. What happened to our friendship? Is it gone because you see me as a JUNIOR only? So who was telling the truth really? Im hating you soo much now. I HATE SACARSTIC PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just developed a hatred for guys who actually go around smoking, drinking and beating people up. I hate gangsters. I hate people who behave like one. I hate alot of indians from my school. Thats like practically why you cant see me hanging around with any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...i hate having a boyfriend who doesnt really love me for me and instead wants only my body. I hate the idea of me having to do my 'O' levels this year. I hate the fact that i HAVE to go to school. I hate the fact that one day i will grow up and will have to fact the world. I hate it whenever i feel like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im jealous of the fact that im not talented in any way and alot of my friends are. I dont know anything. I wish my parents sent me for courses when i was younger. Why cant they send me and instead they rather send Sherman?!?!? Why is it always my mum who gives me trouble? I dont like the fact that im not preety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i actually went to some really good catholic school. I hate it being in Yishun Town. I hate it knowing that my maths tuition is gonna start in 20 minutes time.  SIGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-117067359907349952?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/117067359907349952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=117067359907349952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117067359907349952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117067359907349952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-school-past-by-really-fast-if.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-117060092116656204</id><published>2007-02-04T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:55:21.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright so this is what happened exactly on Saturday. I woke up early to meet my dad. We went to Parkway Parade to get my confirmation dress and i did end up getting one. Then Vicky joined us and we went to Plaza Singapura. Vicky brought me to This Fashion at the old macdonald house and i saw something else that i liked even more so i got that too. Soooo im gonna wear the dress i got from This Fashion instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had to rush off to meet Cassandra, Brenda, Shannon and Edward Bengei at the Khatib MRT Station. Brenda was there early. Ermm ya and then Shannon called and said he couldnt make it. We were kinda upset becuase the whole idea of meeting was to celebrate Shannon's, Gregory's and Edward Bengei's birthday. So yeah...Roseria couldnt make it. The rest of us went to Greg's house and celebrated it there. We had Hazelnut cake. Then i had to rush off to my dad house. Edward Tang who came a little later walked me all the way to the bus stop. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my dads place around 8.30pm. From there we went to East Coast Park to celebrate my dads birthday. Then he sent my sis and i home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i met EVERYONE in church. We did the usual - went for mass, Edward, Cass, Brenda and i rushed off to buy Bryan's and supposedly Shannon's cake. We had blackforest cake. Went for class, had rehearsal and after that, we surprised Bryan with his cake in the Cathegists room. Shannon had to rush off. Damn him again! Haha. Anyways, it is Bryan's birthday. So is my dad's. Soooo.......HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BRYAN AND MY DAD! Bryan is now 16 and my dad is 51 years of age. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bryan's birthday party, i rushed off as usual to my dads place. Reached there and slacked. I ate pizza and his cake for tea with all of them. And i reached home around 9pm. Yeps thats about it. Got MANY MORE birthdays coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Gonna head to my bed soon. See ya and goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-117060092116656204?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/117060092116656204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=117060092116656204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117060092116656204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117060092116656204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/02/alright-so-this-is-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-117042974353947875</id><published>2007-02-02T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:24:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had lotsa fun with drama today. Firstly, i woke up half an hour late so i took the 811 bus to Chong Pang instead of the 804 bus. On the way i met Thiru and we went to the MRT station to wait for Yin Qing. Wheee! I saw him and lots of people i know from church! Anyways yeah..i was like SLEEEEPPY during my lessons today. Dont know why but yeah. HAHA! Wait! During art lesson today..it was sooo boring, that Joe and i burst out laughing for no reason for a very LONG time. I guess we kinda irritated ALOT of people. Haha. Errm after school, i went for drama at 2pm and it lasted till 9.30pm. Left school and went home with Mizrahi, Monica and Melissa. Yeps...thats about it. Im damn tired now. Just in case i cant blog tomorrow heres my plan. Im having maths tuition in the morning, going to shop for my confirmation dress with my dad, going to Teacher Pam's house for Shannon's birthday party and then meeting my dad again for his birthday celebration. Yup...ok. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-117042974353947875?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/117042974353947875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=117042974353947875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117042974353947875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117042974353947875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-had-lotsa-fun-with-drama-today.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-117033954992984695</id><published>2007-02-01T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:19:09.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met Brenda today morning. Had breakfast and then i went to school. Today is kind of a sad day in a way. He isnt talking to me properly. Its not like before. He promised to be my friend and yes he still is just that he isnt like how he used to be before i told him i still like him. I really am in love with you. 3years of doing so and ive not forgotten you. Ragu has been really nice to me and telling me things and all when compared to the rest. But no one really understands. This sucks. Ive not really spoken to him much since i told him everything. Ya he is attached..and i choose to be selfish now...it SUCKS! I WANT THEM TO BREAK! I WANT HIM! Im sick and tired of waiting and waiting...my patience is only soo much. When it reaches the level..ill still continue to love him but might go mad! Damn it! Anyways..lesson time and all was fun. Its just the part whereby he was involved. Every recess and lunch and assembly's and all..ill try my best to see him as much as possible..i have to stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-117033954992984695?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/117033954992984695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=117033954992984695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117033954992984695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117033954992984695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-met-brenda-today-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-117022781245219527</id><published>2007-01-31T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:21:54.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! My computer has been repaired. I waited for like a whole week. Shannon and Edward helped me carry my computer from chruch all the way to the shop near Northpoint. THANKS GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been like an OMG thing these past few days. Stress! Mr Teo has been banging on us to meet the requirements of the ISG book. Ive only got 5 freaking ISG's as of now. I need like 14 more??? Kill me somebody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRESS.STRESS.STRESS. Term test is coming. Die liao! I havent even started to study for it. Any its like 9 months left to O levels? Ahhhh! After blogging today, im gonna start studying. I just had to get things off my mind first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proposed to him. Kk nmot proposed but more like confessed my love to him. But we are still friends cause he is attached. Good thing is..he is still talking to me. But i feel sad in a way. I just want him to know how much i really love him. I want him to understand that i am serious about him. I think he hasnt got it yet. How do i make him understand. Ive been loving him for 3 years and ive not stopped loving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..the teachers found out about me liking someone and asked me about this in front of my mum. At that point of time i looked down and thought. Am i gonna die? Oh shit! Then i looked up and said.."Ya i do have a crush on someone. I mean whats wrong with having a crush? Its just a crush. Its normal what. Every teenager has their own crush. Why not me? Its not like i went to that guy and said i wanna be your girlfriend what?" Haha..they all went like "ya true true".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go to school today. Why? Cause im having a fever. Sigh...missed my Chemistry test. Advantage here is...i get to have an extra day to study for it. Disadvantage is..i need to stay back after school for it. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...today is the 31 of January. It is a special day today. Why? Cause &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;its Gregory and Matthew Benedict's birthday! Happy 16 birthday guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im supposed to meet Brenda for breakfast tomorrow. And this Saturday, we(Cassandra, Brenda, Roseria, Edward, Clarissa and i) are celebrating Shannon's birthday at Teacher Pam's house. So fun! I cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is bringing me to get my confirmation dress. My confirmation is on the 11 of February this year. Oh my gosh! Im going up to read the responsorial psalms!!! Ahhh! Scared but Teacher Catherine said i make a good lector. Wish me luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ive blogged enough. Im gonna start studying. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-117022781245219527?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/117022781245219527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=117022781245219527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117022781245219527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/117022781245219527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-my-computer-has-been-repaired.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116954899321773134</id><published>2007-01-23T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:43:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah! Its been like 6 days to a week since i actually blogged. I missed my blog very very much! Sighs...anyways, my dad is getting better. His blood level rose up to 77 and he got discharged from CDC. So its a good thing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are the updates : I broke with Saravanan on Monday. Ramyaa helped me send the message to him. On Monday i tried to propose to HIM but i couldnt. Then today during recess i tried to do it again but i didnt couldnt. Anyways, he told me to tell it to him first thing in the morning. Yup. Other than that, school is soo stressful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, 20th January 2007, Jacinta, Thiru and i went to Temasek Poly open house. Then we hung out in Tampanies mall. I reached home around 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all lah..haha! See ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116954899321773134?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116954899321773134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116954899321773134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116954899321773134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116954899321773134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/woah-its-been-like-6-days-to-week.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116904449620096803</id><published>2007-01-17T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:34:56.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks guys..thanks for everything. For being there for me when im most in need. Even they still care?!?! Surprising but still..thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116904449620096803?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116904449620096803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116904449620096803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116904449620096803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116904449620096803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/thanks-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116904389081510935</id><published>2007-01-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:24:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone of us has our own problems...no matter what..theres no telling which is the worst. Cause to everyone of us...our own problem is the worst. Its only us that will really know what we are going through and feel the real pain of it. No one else will understand it no matter how much we try to explain. Each and everyone has our own life and sees things differently. No one stays forever. No one is gonna be there for you forever. Cause in the end..its you and you only. People come and go. We cant help it. We cant control that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Basically to me, life sucks! Life sucks completely! To others i dont know. We are complete individuals living a life of our own with a future of ours to live. We dont know what is gonna be there in the future. Each and everyone of us have our lives planned out by god already. And everything happens for a reason. Its wheather we want to see it or not. I cant type anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is that i wanna grow up to be a doctor in the future. Im gonna work HARD to do it. Why? Because...i love helping people. All i want is to see a smile on their faces at the end of the day. I always put others before myself. Ive always been like that. And also...ever since what happened to my dad, i wanna help people and save their lives. I wanna make sure that people dont need to go through such pain anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116904389081510935?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116904389081510935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116904389081510935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116904389081510935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116904389081510935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/everyone-of-us-has-our-own-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116904189550956429</id><published>2007-01-17T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:51:35.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad went to the hospital on Monday. Doctor told him that hes got dengue. His blood level is supposed to be 150. When he got admitted it was 105. Then it dropped to 29 and then to 19 and now its 12. If it becomes 0, he wont live. FUCK! I cant even visit him cause im sick. If i do, he will either get worse or i will get dengue too. I love him sooo much! Ive not seen him since Thursday! I dont know what to do. Im panicking...Why must it always be me? Why?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always something bad happening in my life. First it was my friends...then Randy..then Council and my studies...and now this. Jesus where are you? I mean seriously!!! Please dont let anything happen to my dad. He means the world to me. I cant do without him. I need him! I wanna see him so badly...i wanna hug him and kiss him and hold him tight and tell him that i need him. That i love him very much! That he needs to stay strong..that he cant go! Cause im trying my very best to stay strong! I want him to get better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are really there..PLEASE make a miracle happen! Please..take me if its possible. Just let him live! He cant go. Hes got Sherman! Hes got my sister. Hes got Vicky. Hes got me! We all love him and need him very much! I love him and need him very much! He was always there for me..so why cant i be there for him now. I need to see him! Im feeling soo much pain! I dont know what to do. I want it all to disappear..i wish nothing of this sort ever happened. Im scared to death! Im breaking down...falling apart..i need support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could be there with him. I want to be there with him. I miss him sooo much! I cant take it anymore. I really cant. Ive been crying since 8.30pm. 1 and a half hours and ive not stop. I dont know what to do. God please help me! Please!!! Why do you always take all my loved ones away from me? I know that the next person is gonna be Jacinta. Cause she is gonna migrate. Either she or HIM when i tell him the truth. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life. LIFE SUCKS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116904189550956429?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116904189550956429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116904189550956429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116904189550956429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116904189550956429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-dad-went-to-hospital-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116886576606477973</id><published>2007-01-15T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:56:08.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday...we fought. I dont give a damn la. I love HIM! And HIM only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky messaged me today while i was in class. My dad got dengue fever! He didnt need to stay at the hospital today but he needs to go back tomorrow to check his blood. Im so worried for him. His health isnt good and he has got diabeties too. SIGH! Im praying hard that nothing happens. I love him ALOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116886576606477973?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116886576606477973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116886576606477973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116886576606477973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116886576606477973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116870671085682934</id><published>2007-01-14T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:45:10.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, Saravanan asked me to be his girlfriend. He gave me time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday right..I went to school and was DAMN sleepy. I also felt sick but i wasnt REALLY. So yeps. I told Mr Teo that i felt sick and wanted to go home and i went home during recess. I told Saravanan yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, i met Saravanan in the morning. Then i went to school. It was raining damn heavily! I think i got drenched in the rain for about six times! After school, i came home and slept. I didnt go for my CCA. I was having bad headache. I slept from 5-7.30pm. Woke up and went to see the doctor. Then i met Saravanan again. I reached home around 10.10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, i woke up in themorning for Maths tuition. Then i went back to bed. I was damn tired. Jacinta called five minutes after i knock out. Then i slept again and Jess called around 1.25pm. I woke up and rushed to meet her. Then we went to Northpoint to have lunch and went to Nee Soon CC to study till 7.30pm. Letch came to meet us around 7pm. So obviously we talked till 7.30pm. Hmmm then we sent Jess home. Letch and i then stayed under a block for like and hour and a half until 9.30pm. Talked and talked and talked. Then...he sent me home. And yup thats just about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116870671085682934?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116870671085682934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116870671085682934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116870671085682934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116870671085682934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-on-wednesday-saravanan-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116870613552376382</id><published>2007-01-14T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:35:35.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby..you are my hearts desire. You are all that i ever want and could ever ask for. There is nothing in this world that could beat my love for you. You are all that matters to me. You opened up my heart and took me into the light. You showed me what true love really is. You showed me what life really is about. You cared for me and was always there for me whenever i needed you. You are my one and only.. and baby..i never want to loose you. I just wish i could tell you...that ive been loving you ever since the day i saw you. It is love at first sight. I have never in my life believed in this but now...i do. I always cared for you but never had the guts to show it. I never had the courage to tell you i love you. Baby its true. I sincerely do love you. When you were hurt, i cried feeling the pain in you. When you were sick, i prayed for you. Whenever you were upset, i would try my very best to cheer you up. And even if i dont succeed, i would pray hard that god would show you the way and guide you through every step you take.  You are the best thing that happened to me. You are the only thing that could brighten my day. You are the reason behind my smile. You are the reason why i wake up every morning and choose to go to school. You are the reason why i take that extra mile just to see your preety face. You are all that i want and all that i need. And baby...although you are attached, i would pray hard that one day..just one day..god gives me that chance again. That chance to prove to you how much love ive got for you. That prove to show you that you are my life. That you are the reason why i was brought into this world. To meet you. To prove to you that i would go to any extend just to show you..how sincere my love is for you. Baby, words can tell you how much you mean to me. Im missing you soo much. Im missing you every minute of the day. My heart aches for you. I wonder for how long more i can keep it all inside. You are all that i ever want and ever need. I feel hurt. I feel hurt that i cant let this out. That i cant tell you anything for i fear that our current friendship may change. And i dont want that to happen. Cause all i need is you. I can keep going on and on but it will never match my love for you. Believe me as i say this. You are my true love. My one and only. I want a life with you. I want you. No matter what, my heart belongs to you and you only. My love for you will never fade away. I promise you that. 3 years of loving you and still counting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116870613552376382?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116870613552376382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116870613552376382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116870613552376382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116870613552376382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116835422349075381</id><published>2007-01-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:50:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys all! Wah im like beginning to feel to all pour onto me. Really! I didnt realise it till Shmitha told me the fact that yes! Maybe i am stressed. Oh my son! Lord, save this poor lost and ever so confused soul! Sighs heavily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so yes i am stressed up already. Yesterday, i was using the computer after i came back from school and the next thing i knew was that i woke up at 11pm and was sleeping on my bed. I didnt even know how i got onto the bed. And i dreamt that i packed my bag but when i opened my bag today in school, i didnt! How  weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh i need a break really..im feeling too much stress and its also thanks to my mum. Will get back to her another day. Right now, i just wanna finish up my homework and study for my upcoming tests. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116835422349075381?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116835422349075381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116835422349075381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116835422349075381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116835422349075381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/heys-all-wah-im-like-beginning-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116817921703934904</id><published>2007-01-07T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:13:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why have i been feeling soo down lately? I dont knoowww. I really wanna drop out for my own reasons but i know very well that it is a bad idea. Also if i dont, its good in a way cause ive already made plans with someone about our future and all. But then again, who says it will happen? I mean she gonna migrate or rather her whole family wants to migrate. What if i get left behind as usual? Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late to meet Cass today. Was supposed to meet her at 9.30am but i woke up at 9.30am!!! So i rushed and like yeah i reached church at 9.50am. I did bathe okay!  Hmm went for mass, then cathegism class then i went home and got ready for tuition. Tina was at home. After my POA tuition, i went down to buy food and then i talked to my sister for like half an hour and then Jacinta called so we talked for an hour. Then i got carried away watching this tamil show DHOOL and then yeah i guess i slacked. Its like 10.20pm and i need to go finish my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aights. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116817921703934904?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116817921703934904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116817921703934904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116817921703934904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116817921703934904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-have-i-been-feeling-soo-down.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116809514483359974</id><published>2007-01-06T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:53:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lost!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lonely!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out of place!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116809514483359974?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116809514483359974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116809514483359974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116809514483359974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116809514483359974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-losti-feel-lonelyi-feel-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116809375984501623</id><published>2007-01-06T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:29:19.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah.. i had to wake up at like 8am today cause i had to go back to school just to get my blazaar from the council room. I left it in there and i needed it today. I had to go to Nee Soon East Community Club. My school councilors had to do the ushering duty for the Edusave Awards 2006. So yeps...i went to school and got my blazaar. When i reached Yishun, i met my mum in Northpoint and we had a drink. Then she bought lunch for my sister and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went home and went back down again to meet Jacinta. Passed her my camera, bought drinks for my sister and i and we sat at this workout area for around 10 minutes. Talked and went back home. I had my lunch and left my house around 2.15pm. Reached the place at like 2.50pm. And i was the second one. The whole thing started at 5pm and ended at 6pm. Yup. Sigh....tired la. Went to Northpoint to get three late Christmas presents and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, no dinner so i went down again. Came home, ate my dinner and here i am. Too tired to elaborate. Yup im gonna turn in early today. Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116809375984501623?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116809375984501623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116809375984501623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116809375984501623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116809375984501623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116801371901959927</id><published>2007-01-05T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:15:19.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didnt go to school today. Why? Cause i was having really bad stomach cramps. And the so called suay thing is. I rarely get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10pm. Took a shower, ate my breakfast and went back to bed until 2pm. When i woke up again, my eyes were swollen. Talk about the effects of having too much sleep. Haha. Then i ate my lunch, slacked around and called Jacinta.We talked for about an hour. Went to the bookshop to get stuff and waited for my maths tuition to start. Then.....i went down again. To buy dinner. Came home, ate my dinner, slacked around and here i am. Im gonna do some homework first then ill go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116801371901959927?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116801371901959927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116801371901959927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116801371901959927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116801371901959927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116792417326566443</id><published>2007-01-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:32:01.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Vicky's( my step mum ) birthday. She is 33 years old. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Today i was told that im not needed in council for the secondary one orientation. Like what the hell?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to class and, an EMBARASSING thing happened to me but like what the hell! I rather not post it in here. Yeah then i met Iffa and Shmitha during recess. While we were sitting and eating, Nikita came up to us and asked me how come im not with the councilors and i told her that they said im not needed there today. Then she said all the ex co's are there .... . And i said im not ex co anymore. Then she said i am and i gave her a confused look. And she told me think about it and went somewhere. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything to get back my post. But HOW? What if i work really hard just to get back my post and in the end, the teachers say its impossible. Walau! Im afraid of that i guess.. This sucks la really. Im like loosing that wonderful, ever so committed and responsible side of me. I can tell that im slacking alot in terms of attitude and like i dont want that to happen but i dont feel like i can control myself in any way. I know! Ive like talked about this for like over i dont know how many times but im DEPRESSED over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ONE of the MAIN reasons why you dont see that smile across my face much nowadays. Even if you do see it, its FAKE! Never did i smile for real. I miss everything. Only i know how much sadness lies within me. I know, i always portray the happy side of me. But who ever said i am a happy person? I just dont show the sad side of me. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow is my school's CCA bazaar. I dont know if im going for council or rather i dont know if council needs me tomorrow. Sounds WRONG! Even the teachers saw me and were like what are you doing there? I might not go to school tomorrow la. I see how. GIRL PROBLEM! Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, HE asked me to sit with him for lunch today but i was already sitting with Iffa and Shmitha. Sigh - sadness. But then...he was sitting with them. The them who i broke friendship with. So too bad. Even if i can sit with him..i wont cause they are there. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116792417326566443?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116792417326566443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116792417326566443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116792417326566443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116792417326566443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is-vickys-my-step-mum-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116783724900456658</id><published>2007-01-03T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:14:09.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so today was the first day of school and i survived with only three hours of sleep the night before. Reason being, i was doing my last minute homework until 2am in the morning. Then i went to bed and woke up at 5am. I usually do wake up at 5 am anyways. So yeps. Add them up and its three hours of sleep. Hmm i had to be in school by 6.35am today cause of the secondary one orientation duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, sadly i aint a class buddy. When i went to school, i was nothing. But Ethel told me i can stay and help out and that is what i did. Hmm i became a station master and then i followed  class 1/8 out for their amazing race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well all in all, the day sucked for me cause i heard something at the very end and obviously became sad la. Yup. I came home, and slept it all away. Aiya its DEPRESSING la! Im trying to move on but everytime it happens, i get pulled down again. Nothing is going right so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, i wish that the bitches would leave me alone. I wish that things would go right. And even though there will be ups and downs, i wish that i would be strong enough to go through the downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is probably gonna be a sucky day for me. Oh yeah. Its Vicky(my step mother's) birthday tomorrow. And i just got shit from my dad when i told him i cant meet him early cause of the secondary one orientation. So i HAVE  to leave early to satisfy my dad and not me! SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays. That is about it. Just that i feel very lost in council and i dont trust lotsa people anymore. Its a sad world. My life sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116783724900456658?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116783724900456658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116783724900456658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116783724900456658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116783724900456658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/heys-all-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116770839980422968</id><published>2007-01-02T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:26:39.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright...so its 11.09am in the morning and im feeling a little like shit! Why? BECAUSEEEEEE school is reopening tomorrow! And...i ABSOLUTELY do not want to go back! It sucks la. School! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm anyways...im doing my 'O' levels this year. AHHH! Im like sooo worried already ok! Sighs.. Nevermind i told myself this...im gonna STUDY like SHIT for a WHOLE FREAKING YEAR! Then ill do soo well for my 'O' levels and get to a good somewhere and yes! Ill just keep thinking of my friends from the other GOOD schools and yeps. They are abit like my motivation. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116770839980422968?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116770839980422968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116770839980422968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116770839980422968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116770839980422968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116765731865436463</id><published>2007-01-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:15:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am soooooooo tired! I woke up at like 11.00am. And i went like OH MY GOSH! I had to meet Jess at 12.00pm at the bus stop near my house. We were on our way to the Yishun MRT Station to meet Nicole and her friends. We were invited to her house for her new year's party. Yeps. So i rushed. Like obviously! It is so typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i met her. And we went to the MRT Station and met everyone and went to her house. Hmm ate GOOD food!!! Played games and Cass and Jacinta got bored so we left the place at 3.30pm. Hmm then we walked to Chong Pang and sat at Mac for a while. Then we walked to Northpoint. Cass bought veet for herself and then we sat at Burger King. Sat there for a while. I saw Nikita, Zhuang Yi and Apoorva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm yeah and then we walked to church. Waited upstairs for a while and realised that they were'nt gonna open the door on the third floor so we went back down to the second floor and sat there till mass started. By the way, the we is me, Jacinta, Cassandra and Matthew Benedict. Matthew Lim came later on. After mass, we wished everyone and hugged everyone and went straight home. And thus...i feel tired cause i had to put with with a friends freaking shitty nonsense and i am pissed on the first day of 2007 just by thinking about the BLOODY incidences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way i saw my 2006 form teacher. He is my church's communion master. Yeps thats it la. I gott a go finish my homework first! See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116765731865436463?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116765731865436463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116765731865436463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116765731865436463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116765731865436463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-soooooooo-tired-i-woke-up-at-like.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116758945689223515</id><published>2007-01-01T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:27:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooooo peeps! Ive like not updated my blog for quite some time so heres what you been missing out on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;27 of December 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited Jin Rong, Joe, Zhen Rong, Jacinta and Nicole to my house for Christmas. Actually got ALOT more people but they weren't free. And also this party was planned like in the night of 26th December. Haha yeps. Its DAMN last minute la. Hmm ok. My friends spent like the whole day in my house. My mum cooked ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;28th of December 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home laying eggs. Haha no seriously. I mean i just like slacked at home. If im not wrong i woke up at like 12pm? And yeah i did im not sure what throughout the day and had POA tuition at like 6pm in the night. Then i went down around 7.30pm and bought stationery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;29 of December 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had maths tuition from 10.30am to 12.30pm. And i followed my sis to the SDCL Driving Centre in Ang Mo Kio. She went to register herself for driving lessons. Umm after that, we went to watch Night at the museum at the Northpoint Golden Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;30 of December 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Jacinta. I followed her to Cambridge so that she can buy her school books. Then we walked around to find for her a school bag but we had no luck. After which, we had our lunch at the food court in Northpoint and went to this block near ours. We sat there and talked and talked for like an hour and then we went home. I reached home around 5.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;31 of December 2006/ New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I went to church in the morning for mass with Cassandra, Erica, Shannon, Matthew Benedict and Edward Bengei. Errm yeah. Cassandra and Shannon both gave me belated Christmas presents. I woke up like a little late but made it on time and thus, i forgot to bring their presents. Hmm Cass gave me a handphone key chain like thingy. Its a key on this heart. And Shannon gave me this photoframe. Haha you are supposed to put the picture on Santa Claus's stomach. Hmm im gonna put a picture of Shannon and i in it. Then i went home and slept for three hours until it was 5pm. I slept at 4am the previous day. Thats why. Then i woke up, got dressed and went to Serangoon Ave 2 with my sister. Vicky's sister, Uma, was holding a New Year BBQ Party. So we went and left the place at 10pm and reached home exactly at 11.59pm. Haha. Talk about on the dot! Lol! Yeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is currently 2.18am into the year 2007! It is the first day of this year and im feeling awkward. I DONT KNOW WHY! Anyways...yeps. School is like gonna start in two or shall i say a days time and im not done with my homework! Nothing for me to be proud about. And SIGH! I dont know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm kk..im gonna chat with Melvin Prakash! See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116758945689223515?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116758945689223515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116758945689223515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116758945689223515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116758945689223515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2007/01/hellooooo-peeps-ive-like-not-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116716105821932741</id><published>2006-12-27T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:24:18.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm i dont know why but ive got this sudden anger in me that i feel like venting out. So where do i go to? HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah FUCK THE WORLD AND THE PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL BREATHING! Cause the truth is...i absolutely HATE everyone! Every fucking soul has some badness in it and it all SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a problem with me, come tell me you dumbass! You are nothing but a fucking piece of walking texas trash! I feel like insulting you way up high and way down low! Its Christmas you dumbfounded pathetic soul!!! Get a life! Dont go around writing stuff about me where you think i have no dumb contact with. I aint stupid you *bitch/bastard!* If i ever see you, i SWEAR ill humiliate you in public and scar you and make sure it stays till the very last day. I doubt any of you who have my blog is the person im talking about. No in fact. That fucking person who has no fucking guts  to tell me things in my face will never come to know about this entry. AWWWWW! HOW SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im guessing its a guy...ive got a strong feeling who it is.. BUT FUCK IT LA! I HATE LIFE! I HATE PEOPLE! I HATE EVERYONE! Just leave me and my dearest loved ones and besties alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next..school...I HATE SCHOOL! I wanna dropout! Nonono..actually i was reflecting about everything and realised something! I dont wanna drop out!!! I wanna transfer! Ever since i came to this fucking school which i used to go around talking good about and how much i love the school, ive been carrying this invisible burden that i couldnt see before. Well now i know. Everyone in school especially the teachers *speechless again* Its like...they come to school, put on a mask for i dont know what...and play their role. Its like drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix...these words...school, studies, school friends, council, drama, duty, homework, exams, tests, teachers, principles etc. They are like sooo depressing la. I hate it! HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE! I just wanna go to another school whereby i aint that so called *perfect* one in the eyes of many others. I wanna be the AVERAGE SHIT walking around school leaving trash behind for the prefects to pick up. I wanna get into trouble and go for detention class. I wanna get scolded and punished by my teachers. BUT at the same time, i wanna be someone well-known for studying and passing exams with flying colours. I wanna walk up that stage, shake the hand of the principle and receive my award. I want teachers to like me too. Most importantly, i want friends who care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT! I forgot what else i wanted to vent my anger on. Nevermind..stay tuned for the next episode of the hatreds of the ever so WONDERFUL and MAGNIFICANT CHRISTINE! =) Man! I love being lame. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah i just miss my friends and love them to bits! My blog is officially DEAD in the eyes of others. Which is GOOD! By the way, i hate the word bagoos if thats how you spell it. Its sooo singlish cum singaporean cum EWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint the same anymore in a certain. If you know me well enough, you will know in what way exactly. All my besties have identified it already. HAHAHA!  I love my new accent..thanks to my besties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116716105821932741?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116716105821932741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116716105821932741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116716105821932741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116716105821932741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmmm-i-dont-know-why-but-ive-got-this.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116715853948640652</id><published>2006-12-27T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:05:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Christmas day, i went to Jacinta's house till 6.30pm. Then i met my sis under my block and off we went to Changi Airport. Met our dad there at 8pm and waited till 11.30pm cause we went to pick Vicky up. And yeps thats about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i met Edward, Cassandra and Nicole at the Khatib MRT Station at 6pm. Before i met them..ive been like doing my homework. Still LOTS to go. I dont wanna be like the other mofos out there. Sorry..haha kinda influenced by a dear friend. Then we went to Teacher Pam's house. Hmm we watched some M18 movie and then Mr and Mrs Smith. Ate dinner and left the house at 8.30pm. Then Cass and i sent Edward and Nicole off to the bus stop and we went to Cass's house. She went to take money and then we went to Northpoint. She wanted to do present shopping. Haha yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home around 10.30pm. Errm ya la thats about it. Today...later on today cause ive not slept yet...haha. Im gonna have a mini last minute party. =D Jacinta, Nicole, Cassandra and Clarissa are coming over. Whee! But i really dont know what to do. Sigh..probably watch a movie, talk, play games etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way...WAH! Haha ALOT of people called n messaged me and all to wish me Merry Christmas! Im like really touched la. Seriously! I rather get these wishes than presents. Cause its like..they think about wanting to wish me and that is truly from the heart. *TOUCHED!*  Have been busy since Christmas. Was like rarely at home. Hopefully after tomorrow its over..but NOOOO! I still need to go to my grandma's house and some other effing people houses. Not that i hate them. The effing is because im sick of it all..going to people's houses and all. Sigh...Whats more...i must like meet up with 4 different groups of people before next year or rather, before school starts. SIGH again...Im damn tired la. Let me stay at home for like at least one day with my lovely computer and msn and wonderful food and something nice and cuddly to ...CUDDLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K kies...im gonna head for the bed.&lt;br /&gt;See ya. Nights ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116715853948640652?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116715853948640652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116715853948640652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116715853948640652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116715853948640652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-christmas-day-i-went-to-jacintas.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116697877226123609</id><published>2006-12-24T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:46:12.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hopefully according to this blog, its still the eve of Christmas. Now....what did i do today? I woke up at 9am, took a bath, ate my breakfast and went straight to see the doctor. Why? Cause some freaking insect had to bite my right butt cheek! And its swollen. Darn! Haha so after seeing the doctor, i went to North Point to collect the logcake. Hmm When i reached home, i did alot of my holiday homework till about 7.25pm? Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got dressed and my sis, my mum and i met my dad and my step brother, Sherman, in church at 8pm. We sat there till 9pm. Cause mass was supposed to start at 9pm. We went there early to get seats. Then yup i saw Jacinta! And alot of other people in church so i wised them and hugged them. And then everyone including my dad and Sherman came over to our house for dinner. They stayed in my house from 10pm-11.45pm. Yay! You know why? Cause this is exactly what ive been wishing for. To be together with my family again. YAY! Haha this is truly the best Christmas and the best Christmas present ever! Thank you god! Really..thank you! Although it was for like only 3hours and 45mins? It felt GOOD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to Jacinta's house tomorrow then meeting my dad and Sherman with my sister at 6pm to pick my step mum, Vicky up at 10pm. Shes coming back from Taiwan. Hmm yeps. More pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, these are the pictures we took today. Im the one in the black shirt. My mum is the one in red, my sis is the one in blue, my dad is the one in dark blue, Sherman is in white and Jacinta is the one in the blue dress. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/1600/68154/general%20160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/320/584543/general%20160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/1600/707104/general%20164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/320/136817/general%20164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/1600/475171/general%20161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/320/503903/general%20161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/1600/226430/general%20157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/320/848278/general%20157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/320/853120/general%20165.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/1600/659532/general%20166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/320/68087/general%20166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/1600/277833/general%20167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/320/713260/general%20167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116697877226123609?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116697877226123609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116697877226123609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116697877226123609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116697877226123609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2006/12/hopefully-according-to-this-blog-its.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116689514508264255</id><published>2006-12-24T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:32:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive gotta admit this. Ive not seen Jacinta for like two days only and although we've been talking over the phone ALOT! Im missing her lots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/1600/475070/33236594464135l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7258/3866/320/870771/33236594464135l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bestie Jacinta! We've been friends for like 9 years. 9 years of friendship and still counting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116689514508264255?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116689514508264255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116689514508264255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116689514508264255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116689514508264255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-gotta-admit-this.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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-34849337.post-116689472854262437</id><published>2006-12-24T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:25:28.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im back!!! Didcha miss me?!? Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm on Friday, 22 of December 2006, i left off saying something like im gonna have POA tuition later on in the evening. And...i did. After that, i met Pradeep's classmates at 8pm in North Point. Then i had to meet my dad at 8.10pm in North Point also so i had to leave them. And yeah....we went back to my dad's place. I stayed over at his place still today. Yesterday night, haha i talked to Jacinta from 12-2.30am. Haha couldnt sleep la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today morning at 9am and my dad already went to work. I took a bath, ate my breakfast and went back to sleep. Haha tired what?!? Then Panja(the maid) knocked on my door cause my dad called and i woke up at 12pm. Yeah then later he came back while i was doing my tuition homework. Ermm i ate the fried rice that Panja cooked and then waited till 2.30pm cause my sis came. And i left the house around 4.25pm cause i had to meet Pradeep's friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau! I rushed like hell la cause i was afraid i would be late. I was there at 5.10pm but they were 5 minutes later than me. Then they told me about their work. They are selling some kind of product costing $2000 plus and another costing $378. Its to cure like 80% of sickness and dieseases and all. Wah and their other classmate, Adelyn, probably told them that im like rich or something! Fuck it la! Im freaking POOR! I aint rich at all kay! Im like suffering from financial nonsense and i dont have to blog it all out here. Its damn complicated la. So they were like telling me fucking sad stupid stories about themselves and their lives and that they also bought the product thinking that i would buy it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallooooo! First of all, im the one scolding my parents if they buy such nonsense cause i frankly think its a waste of time. Secondly, i aint rich. Im POOR! Get it? POOR! You aresoles bloody hell get this into that dumbfounded head of yours before i smash it into the wall! Im PISSED!!!!!!!! They were like forcing me la. What a bloody waste of my time and money! Good for nothing piece of shit. I aint stupid you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm luckily i managed to leave cause i was gonna meet my dad and sis and step bro and Panja at Novena shopping centre at 6.30pm. We met there and had dinner there. Then we walked around and my dad got me a gold chain with a blue shiny pendent. Nice! Errm then we went to Shangrila Hotel. I aint very sure if that is how you spell it. And yeah. We walked around and my dad sent my sis and i back to Yishun where our house is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Yishun, my place, we all including my dad and bro n maid came up to our house. Cause they wanted to take the cookies that my mum made for them. They ended up staying for around an hour. And its like for the first time in two years or more?, my mum allowed my dad into the house! And when i saw my mum and dad playing with Sherman alone, it felt good. It was as though they were still married and Sherman was their own child. I felt like our family was whole again. Sadly it isnt. It can never be. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when my dad and all left, we all ate our dinner and i came online. As usual i left the computer on and went to watch television with my sister. And realised..OH MY GOSH! Its Christmas eve already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering where Vicky, my step mum is, shes in Taiwan with her friends from work. She will be back on Christmas day itself at 10pm. Yeps. Tomorrow we(me, my sis, my mum, my dad, my step bro and our maid) are gonna go for mass at 9pm. I cant wait! So exciting. We are gonna be a whole for a while more again. Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm yup. School sucks. Thats all im gonna say. I am definetly NOT waiting for school to reopen. I wanna drop out. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aights..im gonna sleep. Nights ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34849337-116689472854262437?l=stolenwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/feeds/116689472854262437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34849337&amp;postID=116689472854262437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116689472854262437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34849337/posts/default/116689472854262437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenwhispers.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-didcha-miss-me-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04044209683522773155</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>
