<?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-8890217915578176065</id><updated>2011-11-23T20:17:31.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdosage of happiness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-8932343111412615560</id><published>2011-10-18T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:58:09.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipIKER9vzW0/Tp1LEp4h2TI/AAAAAAAAAcw/GthauDykpRs/s1600/tumblr_ldmyuprfhk1qb9uyvo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipIKER9vzW0/Tp1LEp4h2TI/AAAAAAAAAcw/GthauDykpRs/s400/tumblr_ldmyuprfhk1qb9uyvo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664766449636464946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello blog. Haven't done it for ages.&lt;div&gt;Why? Nothing really (just lazy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now i'm trying to concentrate on my EE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know when it comes to homework, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing anything else in the world would be better than hwk :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Sri Lanka with Chloe, Hilary, Phoebe and Juno :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had some small issues with some; but I think it's all sorted now!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always get sick before, during or after a holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment I came back from Sri Lanka, I'm sick. SICKKK OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught with a bad cough hehe, i don't wanna see the doctor tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, hopefully i'll recover soon and fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of homework to do and revision to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm not fucked yet :( fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween bash is coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know if I should go, don't know if my parents would let me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like my life is a paradox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things never end out the way it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or at least the way I wanted it to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wished that things would turn out right for once in my life :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be over obsessive with things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor do i want to be under obsessive. Virtue ethics. yes. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a little lost and confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe useless too :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s Hopes everything will be resolved asap :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.p.s GONNA BLOG ALL THE TIME (yeah :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-8932343111412615560?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/8932343111412615560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/8932343111412615560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/8932343111412615560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipIKER9vzW0/Tp1LEp4h2TI/AAAAAAAAAcw/GthauDykpRs/s72-c/tumblr_ldmyuprfhk1qb9uyvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-8760831797383231209</id><published>2011-09-23T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T02:28:11.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???Idc.</title><content type='html'>There are so many things that ran in my mind today.&lt;div&gt;Some that I can't forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some that I can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up, didn't start out with a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English - squeezing all the othello information in my brain is like WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stressed for my philosophy work cause I have quite abit to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then stressed for my textiles cause I have tons to do and my meeting is tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW I DID TERRIBLE. I'M SORRY BUT I COULDNT HELP IT OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that tmrw goes smoothly because I really need this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could this be the first day in my life that nothing screws up. I neeeed this so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planning to stay up all night revising MATHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally. Conference phone, all studying maths (y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda don't wanna talk about the rest that happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it just all goes down down down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Just makes me wonder who I really am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Maybe I'm in the wrong place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-8760831797383231209?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/8760831797383231209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/idc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/8760831797383231209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/8760831797383231209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/idc.html' title='???Idc.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-4050519530195305891</id><published>2011-09-22T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T01:01:37.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe.</title><content type='html'>Hai :)&lt;div&gt;So today? I didn't go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been lacking a lot of sleep lately :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much work to do at school yet I'm still being so lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a sweet hibernation today and woke up at 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched house bunny which was pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby had to go to work today &amp;amp; he was quite busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slacked all day &amp;amp; I didn't even do my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm here doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm didn't revise for maths!! Freaking screweeeeed :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today; I ATE SO MUCH. IDK WHATS WRONG ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep feeling hungry like right after I eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously fuck you stomach :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yah and JERON is also looking at my blog so if he sees this HI :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is for you; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/polls/277000/277693_1249183457504_full.jpg"&gt;http://images2.fanpop.com/images/polls/277000/277693_1249183457504_full.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s I love you pig (Oink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-4050519530195305891?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/4050519530195305891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/hehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/4050519530195305891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/4050519530195305891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/hehe.html' title='Hehe.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-7582110512586121309</id><published>2011-09-21T02:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:13:24.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise :b</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugis-MsVsLg/TnjdizXHWVI/AAAAAAAAAco/eNPAJuWBTFM/s1600/Dude.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugis-MsVsLg/TnjdizXHWVI/AAAAAAAAAco/eNPAJuWBTFM/s400/Dude.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654512922136107346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surprise DUDE :X! You can finally look at a new post.&lt;div&gt;I chose this image cause I seem to have a weird affection for mustaches but oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths test on Friday - UPG!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discussion week - I GET MY EE BACK AND IM SCREWED @@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of work to catch up but I'm too lazy :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tennis was cancelled yesterday due to sudden amber rainstorm at 6pm!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't played for like 3 weeks. My skills are probably like noob as hell again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today? Baby's day off ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed after school for some discussion and designing things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got home at around 6 and talked to my babyyyyy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';font-size:18px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was watching Friends with Benefits and I was watching &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER&lt;/b&gt; :) HURRAY IT'S BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been dying to see season 7 like since forever okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that just lazed around and talked to some asshole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry baby for being so moody just nao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't mean to make so much trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm going to bed nao 2:45. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';font-size:18px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S HI JERON YOU STALKER. I MISSED YOU KAY. JUST NOT AS MUCH :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah this is for you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://edu.glogster.com/media/3/11/59/72/11597233.jpg"&gt;http://edu.glogster.com/media/3/11/59/72/11597233.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'American Typewriter';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8890217915578176065-7582110512586121309?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/7582110512586121309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/surprise-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/7582110512586121309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/7582110512586121309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/surprise-b.html' title='Surprise :b'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugis-MsVsLg/TnjdizXHWVI/AAAAAAAAAco/eNPAJuWBTFM/s72-c/Dude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-6397211564566034898</id><published>2011-09-16T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:35:10.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52aSKUTkGnc/TnOL7nHy8fI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8ZaEOuoYOV4/s1600/cheerleadupsdell1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52aSKUTkGnc/TnOL7nHy8fI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8ZaEOuoYOV4/s400/cheerleadupsdell1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653015813510328818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIhDMO4m_K4/TnOL7enxFKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9eYjyicR9xU/s1600/cheerleadupsdell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIhDMO4m_K4/TnOL7enxFKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9eYjyicR9xU/s400/cheerleadupsdell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653015811228505250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last swimming gala '11 of my high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, i'm not in the 2 pictures above as I was in 6 races this year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 races is the max hehe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won 5 medals (2 Golds, 3 Bronze)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shame that I lost my butterfly race :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the people who won it, deserved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy this morning because I was talking baby this morning :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wished me luck and I won 5 medals :) hehe!! Thank you baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe. Still am happy because when I got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got talk to him till now :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you baby xxx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-6397211564566034898?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/6397211564566034898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-swimming-gala-11-of-my-high-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/6397211564566034898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/6397211564566034898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-swimming-gala-11-of-my-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52aSKUTkGnc/TnOL7nHy8fI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8ZaEOuoYOV4/s72-c/cheerleadupsdell1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-2527589998258825604</id><published>2011-09-09T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T01:42:04.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>takemyhand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_tPc_YrdJpg/TmpNmJFk3aI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8N3lPWduODg/s1600/tumblr_lr9fy1v9qI1qeojxio1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_tPc_YrdJpg/TmpNmJFk3aI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8N3lPWduODg/s400/tumblr_lr9fy1v9qI1qeojxio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650414000159382946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skyping with some asshole that I love right now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';font-size:18px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night approximately 3 hours of sleep :( tired omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to my baby till school started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite tired at school today but thank god it's friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm looking forward to the weekenddddddd"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways tons of work to catch up so it's going to be a busy busy weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeraddd is going to work so now, i'm so lonely :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yah and today he ignored me for 57 minutes - for no reason!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asshole right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8890217915578176065-2527589998258825604?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/2527589998258825604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/skyping-with-some-asshole-that-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/2527589998258825604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/2527589998258825604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/skyping-with-some-asshole-that-i-love.html' title='takemyhand.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_tPc_YrdJpg/TmpNmJFk3aI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8N3lPWduODg/s72-c/tumblr_lr9fy1v9qI1qeojxio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-8239960954324591468</id><published>2011-09-07T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:17:42.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic zone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RT-1xippnqw/Tmdcthf5iII/AAAAAAAAAcA/9y2j871QzX0/s1600/tumblr_lpwu0xzQrS1qhb9qco1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RT-1xippnqw/Tmdcthf5iII/AAAAAAAAAcA/9y2j871QzX0/s400/tumblr_lpwu0xzQrS1qhb9qco1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649586194715609218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just read that &amp;amp; thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It totally applies to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except the part where I love my flaws and my imperfections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I still do hate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I still want to be someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I want exactly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still not sure about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that there' more to life than you know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi happiness bye sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need my rainbow after the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah apart from the fact that i'm piled with work at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways so back to homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s I'm falling head over heels for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-8239960954324591468?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/8239960954324591468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/hectic-zone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/8239960954324591468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/8239960954324591468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/09/hectic-zone.html' title='Hectic zone.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RT-1xippnqw/Tmdcthf5iII/AAAAAAAAAcA/9y2j871QzX0/s72-c/tumblr_lpwu0xzQrS1qhb9qco1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-7039805073544211237</id><published>2011-08-31T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:26:06.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is full of up and downs, where's my up?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm totally cursed.&lt;div&gt;I wasn't going to go to school, turns out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually sick, I actually can't go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda losing my voice which is kinda awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awkward balloon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to blog early because I'm doing my daily routine today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da gym. Work. Study. Procrastinate some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few days I'm actually on the cliff of my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to reach the time of the month and I'm seriously getting paranoia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shut the front door right? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just did some online shopping - hoping they'll be pretty :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So "life is good" - quoted from my beloved hun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that,  I don't plan to blog later. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s you've manipulated me. thanks - i'll hang in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-7039805073544211237?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/7039805073544211237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/cursed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/7039805073544211237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/7039805073544211237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/cursed.html' title='Cursed.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-6050948483837615936</id><published>2011-08-30T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:27:21.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me sleep please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Why do we bother with love, if it never lasts.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started for 5 days. I'm lacking sleep.&lt;div&gt;Kill me please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, I miss you, I still think about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I don't know how to confess to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if she's still the girl you love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if she's the one you still want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most likely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything you do, you always put her in your thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was the girl you loved most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s Short post cause I cbf &amp;amp; finish my EE. Wish me luck 3000 words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-6050948483837615936?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/6050948483837615936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/give-me-sleep-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/6050948483837615936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/6050948483837615936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/give-me-sleep-please.html' title='Give me sleep please.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-6471418459574420751</id><published>2011-08-29T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:29:33.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You happy, I happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Temptation is a killer&lt;/blockquote&gt;I cannot resist the temptation to look at your profile.&lt;div&gt;To see if you're doing okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see if you're being good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I cannot bear to see quotes of love cursing my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm truly happy for you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it hurts to see she makes you happy more than I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've resisted the temptation to look at your profile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see what you've been doing recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You still mean a world to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You still mean the same to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I don't think I'll ever let this go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy enough to see you the way you are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you once that I only ever wanted to see you happy, see you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I let you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I set you free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because this is what you are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trapping you, endangering our trust, torturing you feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a terrible person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a horrible person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't purposely want to do this, I just wanted security.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Security and trust is something that is hard to gain from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially from past experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please stay happy forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s I had a dream about you today, that you came back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so happy until I woke up into this nightmare of reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better enough, I'm glad I met you in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-6471418459574420751?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/6471418459574420751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-happy-i-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/6471418459574420751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/6471418459574420751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-happy-i-happy.html' title='You happy, I happy.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-1305898510315748862</id><published>2011-08-28T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:00:54.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comes and goes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everything is temporary. Everything is replaceable.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be the girl of your dreams.&lt;div&gt;I wanted to be the girl you'd never give up on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to be everything that I'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing that you'll know of that won't leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't know when the hell you're going to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't know what accidents will happen in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or should i say fate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only when things are gone, you will realize what more there is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To grow up my whole life knowing that everyone departs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should start to get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primary school. High school. University. Work. My Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will all be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In primary school I grew up with different cultured people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing that there is no racism because they treated me like a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you guys, I wish I could find ways to contact you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'll just have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grew up with 1 best friend that departed for a better education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In loose contact with her, please come back. I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much to tell you. I have so many things I've never told you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently staying with my aznz gang :) I love them sincerely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've been around for a while :) &amp;amp; I know they won't leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because next time round - university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope we won't loose contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I hope we stay as close as we are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss the moments of my phone spazzing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss laughing with you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that everything does turn out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;There are rough times where we all through.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's just pray things get better.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s Don't forget me cuz I still want you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-1305898510315748862?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/1305898510315748862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/comes-and-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/1305898510315748862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/1305898510315748862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/comes-and-goes.html' title='Comes and goes.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-2018209504767240297</id><published>2011-08-27T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:35:13.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omggg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Procrastination is the thief of time" &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.FML.&lt;div&gt;I'm such a procrastinator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much work to do before Sri Lanka. Omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Extended essay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 4 Econ IAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 2 Philo IAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 2 Textiles IAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Maths portfolio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Uni apps&lt;br /&gt;- Uni portfolio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- IOC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE WTFBBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel fucking stressed but lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;highly motivated to do nothing!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously need to start my extended essay or else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE WORLD WILL END...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways today woke up as per usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to therapy - same things as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom french braided my hair to go out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she fishtail braided it when i got home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prettayeee :) Of course, I think it looks better on blondes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz like for asians it's just a black blob of hair and you can't even tell what's the diff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed the case of my iphone (again) LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a new bikini, shorts, clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I still feel like I don't have enough stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear God, please give me unlimited access to my credit card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love youxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s can you make my mind stop procrastinating. I really need to do shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways other than that I've had a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad to have bonded back with a few of my friends :)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good to keep in touch babes &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s don't forget me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-2018209504767240297?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/2018209504767240297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/omggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/2018209504767240297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/2018209504767240297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/omggg.html' title='Omggg.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-5391484356356138797</id><published>2011-08-26T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:33:35.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the record.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You stole my heart &amp;amp; then you kicked it aside&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up.&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're still running on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time, you're not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've got her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can bitch about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can stab her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can gossip about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hate her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's still not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because she has you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A weapon like you. Is seriously, unbeatable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just waiting to get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane why are you so pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are you such a loser? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s for myself - Check my vaccinations &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-5391484356356138797?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/5391484356356138797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-record.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/5391484356356138797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/5391484356356138797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-record.html' title='For the record.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-1472370370031323664</id><published>2011-08-25T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:10:54.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck on this bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Don't cry over spilled milk" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Don't.&lt;div&gt;Why are you crying because things that happen, happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are you crying over a person who threw you in the trash?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are you blaming yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you don't want to ruin the perfect illusion of who he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who he'll NEVER be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may have drowned in my tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may have stabbed myself a few times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may continue to cry under my blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the fuck would I believe an asshole like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the fuck would I be hurt by an asshole like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the fuck would I cry for some asshole &lt;i&gt;like you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some words from truly deeply down my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuck you, and fuck your life&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved you with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all my sincerity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all my effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave up so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to let you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I got mad at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is because I wanted what she has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has everything I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like you. Especially the way you treat me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before, during, after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I disgracefully still have to admit I haven't let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I'll prove to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-1472370370031323664?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/1472370370031323664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/suck-on-this-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/1472370370031323664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/1472370370031323664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/suck-on-this-bitch.html' title='Suck on this bitch.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8890217915578176065.post-7517774346495425418</id><published>2011-08-24T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:51:23.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just on the note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, short and snappy. &lt;div&gt;There are many interpretations to this quote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When life gives you a chance, make the best out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what circumstances, just kill through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in the end you'll realize. It'll all be worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once had a friend, let's call her Lily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend since 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She left me at the age for 15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Who knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was my bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times arrogant, proud, weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I loved her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and her would always get along however this once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first time arguing and will be my last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was selected as head prefect, whilst she didn't get prefect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wad mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've lived up to more than what you have"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've done so much more to deserve this"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've worked up to this point where you're not worth"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those words hit me hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hit me like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go to school for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried at home because you know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did deserve it more than I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She lived up to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She worked for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she was wrong in approaching me in such a mannar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our gang split because this issue became so big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't talk for weeks and weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is. It doesn't matter who says sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologized first because It was the matter of our friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought she was wrong but who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In friendship there's no right and wrong. You're better or i'm worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no balancing weight to weigh out our issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said sorry not because I felt wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But because we are friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends that are bonded so simply yet destroyed by something so delicate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It struck me to know that she did not want to apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew her and deep inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she was human, she would have felt guilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She could have shouted at me like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She could have stabbed me in the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgiveness is the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgiveness is the key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgiveness is what we all want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S Day 1 @ School. Not so bad :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890217915578176065-7517774346495425418?l=its-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/7517774346495425418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-on-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/7517774346495425418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8890217915578176065/posts/default/7517774346495425418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-jane.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-on-note.html' title='Just on the note.'/><author><name>JamGirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fN_2qxHfy3s/TTbw7WAJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lMDh1JSaELQ/S220/Karen%2526Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
