<?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-543737692402974021</id><updated>2011-10-06T08:59:12.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deception</title><subtitle type='html'>If looking back hurts you and if looking forward scares you, then just look beside you, and I will always be there :')</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2505795679569260156</id><published>2011-02-06T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T05:52:38.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change</title><content type='html'>Moved to Wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jennachiew.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.jennachiew.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-2505795679569260156?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2505795679569260156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/02/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2505795679569260156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2505795679569260156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/02/change.html' title='A Change'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1229167173661124090</id><published>2011-02-04T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T20:59:03.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TUzYc7a_A5I/AAAAAAAABO4/VErSnXJwwrs/s1600/DSC05180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570064830649271186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TUzYc7a_A5I/AAAAAAAABO4/VErSnXJwwrs/s400/DSC05180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De-activated my Facebook. Contact me via my phone or at school if I'm needed or anything. Don't ask me why, personal reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss everything that we used to be. I missed the old times. I missed everything but the new you. Sorry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-1229167173661124090?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1229167173661124090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/02/everythings-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1229167173661124090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1229167173661124090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/02/everythings-over.html' title='Everything&apos;s Over'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TUzYc7a_A5I/AAAAAAAABO4/VErSnXJwwrs/s72-c/DSC05180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1054523011500896217</id><published>2011-01-31T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T04:15:30.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568317369001204434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TUajJRf0WtI/AAAAAAAABOs/4MjX5HwTd0Y/s400/DSC05042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TUahGt-styI/AAAAAAAABOk/JPkGkeCvgtI/s1600/DSC04870.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh hai :) UPDATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a lifeless kid this one month. School &gt; Softball &gt; Home &gt; Study &gt; Sleep. Tell me I'm awesum, thanks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so tired everyday that the thought of skipping school never fails to attack my mind, hahaha! But I've been good, &lt;em&gt;so far :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on a more positive note, I'm adapting better to Upper Sec life! Mooofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got reaaaaaly high today, ideal-less why! Hahaha! But that's good ah, makes me feel good about myself, hahaha! :) Had 2 tests today! Cheeeemistry, make me fall in love with you! Physicccs, you're starting to get hatable, ooops :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was funfunfun! Played mud barefooted in the field, &lt;em&gt;chicken rice. &lt;/em&gt;Bought Eggi-o-yaki home &amp;amp; I'm feeling so hairpee now I can fly up to the clouds, weee! &lt;strong&gt;Had a wonderfuuul dinner! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the most important, ogay :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Home match tomorrow against Assumption. No pressure Jenna Chiew Kai Yi, no pressure, oh nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DO I REALLY SOUND SO FUNNEH SPEAKING CHINESE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone's reaction :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh sorry, I can't go, I got Higher Chinese class.&lt;br /&gt;They: Oh it's oka..HUH? YOU TAKE HIGHER CHINESE?! -Starts laughing frantically-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, that sure did boost my self-confidence ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I signed up for Chinese tuition! Okay, who am I kidding? My mother did :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my post seems very peektureless! :( It's okaaay. Chinese New Year Half-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me that I've a half day on Wednesday! So rare so rare, I'm so eggcited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excluding the "sao-xing" part that I've tons of homework to pass you RIGHT AFTER Chinese New Year. So not auspicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in class while talking about irony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yeo: This is an irony. Travis is such a &lt;em&gt;sweet &lt;/em&gt;boy! &lt;em&gt;Sweet &lt;/em&gt;is the irony.&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson: Isn't &lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt; supposed to be the irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I swore I laughed super loudly :) Too bad for those that do not know them, hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out that I might start to love Faith 3-1! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to procrastinate all your homework and just rest. But tonight, I can't feel that great, boo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait long long for my next update alright! It &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;be a detailed one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a girl, and though at times I don't act like one, deep down inside, I'm still a girl. A girl that'll not take the initiative to talk to anyone first. A girl that'll smile and wave at you without even knowing who you are. A girl that expects a lot from the person she dearly loves. And sometimes, this girl just gets disappointed like that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I always hungry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-1054523011500896217?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1054523011500896217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1054523011500896217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1054523011500896217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m So Tired.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TUajJRf0WtI/AAAAAAAABOs/4MjX5HwTd0Y/s72-c/DSC05042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1383751748693053722</id><published>2011-01-22T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T05:25:20.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TTraJhl4LbI/AAAAAAAABOc/c2ziAYl2ioY/s1600/DSC05029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565000146740587954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TTraJhl4LbI/AAAAAAAABOc/c2ziAYl2ioY/s400/DSC05029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This unsecured feeling is acting up within me again. &lt;em&gt;Low self-esteem, jealousy, inferiority. Surrounded by people, but lonely deep down inside. I'll be fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-1383751748693053722?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1383751748693053722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1383751748693053722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1383751748693053722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-again.html' title='Not Again?'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TTraJhl4LbI/AAAAAAAABOc/c2ziAYl2ioY/s72-c/DSC05029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-755229773433790243</id><published>2011-01-22T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T02:06:16.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Never Worthless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love. &lt;/em&gt;Love is a subjective topic, a controversy topic that will never get everyone to agree upon the same definition. Love to her would be her boyfriend giving her a goodnight kiss. Love to him would be when his girlfriend says back "I love you." Love to the elder is about growing old together. Love to the teenage is about the number of presents received on Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love to you then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people talk about love, most people will think about boyfriends and girlfriends. But no, there are many different types of love in this world. And besides God's love &amp;amp; our parents'/grandparents', I think the next greatest love in line, would be the love among friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can do without friends. Friends make your life colourful. Friends brighten up your day, just like the morning sun up in the sky. Friends are like the fireworks in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is indescribable when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get a hug from your best friend after a long day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're sick and you get letters and texts from your friends asking you to "get well soon."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're at the deepest point in your life &amp;amp; someone is there to reassure you that no matter how hard the journey of your life would be, they will always be there for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You need to cry &amp;amp; a shoulder is always available for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that your friends are so busy, but you're still their first priority above everything else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're told how important you are to them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know, their lives would be different without you :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is extraordinary, so much so that sometimes, you can't even believe it yourself. Love does wonders to you. It can change your day from the worst, to the best. &lt;em&gt;Especially a smile from your love ones. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, those people that have gotten hurt or have fallen out of love, will always tell others to not trust in love and that true love never exists, or even to the extent by saying that they want to live a life without love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, giving up on love just because of one person? It's just like giving up a forest because of a tree. Believe in love my friends, because it's the only thing that can make your world whole and beautiful again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is not measured by time. Love is measured by the decisions made by the heart, to sacrifice everything else. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jenna Chiew Kai Yi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-755229773433790243?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/755229773433790243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-is-never-worthless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/755229773433790243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/755229773433790243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-is-never-worthless.html' title='Love Is Never Worthless.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-6252531663590869927</id><published>2011-01-16T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:30:51.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If This Is My All.</title><content type='html'>Hello &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; world. As mentioned, would not be blogging so often &amp;amp; I didn't, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; a post per week? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has started &amp;amp; Upper Secondary school life is really hectic &amp;amp; even though O level is a year away, I am already starting to feel the stress! From waking up early for school, to doing my morning duty, searching high &amp;amp; low for all my various textbooks, walking up 5 flights of stairs everyday to get to my different classes and going home at the earliest - 8pm. Can you sense my misery? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Everyone's&lt;/span&gt; so busy, including me, including you. How are we going to set time aside for each other? Are things going to change because of our this? I hope not, I really hope so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And did I mention...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562712798395758002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TTK50U_l9bI/AAAAAAAABOU/ST99DMLK-mo/s400/DSC04847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yes, laugh all you want. I'm serious about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Softball training every day for the previous week and this. I'm tired, but more to the mental side. Had my East Zone yesterday. I'm really sorry for all my mistakes. And team, all the best for our nationals. We know we can do this :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ren&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jue&lt;/span&gt;, Nanny, Bra The, Ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yanying&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Siyang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wenyan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jiawei&lt;/span&gt;, Wilson, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Junxiong&lt;/span&gt;, and Whackers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562710002008378034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TTK3Rjo4yrI/AAAAAAAABOE/AhQx7OZ18Gw/s400/DSC04993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's 1 thing I can't stand, it's arrogance. &lt;/em&gt;I believe people shouldn't under estimate people's ability. People's ability to win, and their ability to out-do us. Don't ever call people losers, because that makes us one ourselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There comes a point in life that you feel that love is the greatest thing on Earth. Love makes everything whole again. Love brings everyone closer together. And if you say love hurts, think again. It doesn't always. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-6252531663590869927?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/6252531663590869927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-this-is-my-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6252531663590869927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6252531663590869927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-this-is-my-all.html' title='If This Is My All.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TTK50U_l9bI/AAAAAAAABOU/ST99DMLK-mo/s72-c/DSC04847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3554540232788137059</id><published>2011-01-08T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T06:33:42.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is All I Got</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TShyhVEzvJI/AAAAAAAABNs/V-h5EKCEqY8/s1600/167615_481175465793_590380793_6211882_3579441_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TShyhVEzvJI/AAAAAAAABNs/V-h5EKCEqY8/s400/167615_481175465793_590380793_6211882_3579441_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559819656907439250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TShyhSPvxKI/AAAAAAAABNk/w6_1ocMyFBk/s1600/165300_481179515793_590380793_6211944_1982178_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TShyhSPvxKI/AAAAAAAABNk/w6_1ocMyFBk/s400/165300_481179515793_590380793_6211944_1982178_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559819656148010146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've a weird character. Some say that I'm someone easy to understand, while others say that not even a key to my brain could make them comprehend me. Words affect me a lot &amp;amp; it takes a lot of you to make me explode. Maybe even skills. When I'm frustrated, I phone up my buddy for a game of catch or maybe just a swing at the park. Nothing beats cuddling in bed with a good book &amp;amp; under the warm blanket. But of course, I'll still choose a plate of chicken rice over that. They say I'm interesting, or maybe even extraordinary. I don't like to go with the flow. Even the world's most expensive diamond can't attract me, but the cheapest roadside food will have me queuing up for it. The boys call me an Auntie, but it's just motherly concern that's all. I procrastinate a lot, &amp;amp; I like to think I'm the luckiest girl in the whole wide world. Lucky draws are stupid, but free food samplings will never waste my time. The field's my second home. Don't mention Art or Music in front of me. I'm not cultured. How about a healthy tan instead? I don't mind people copying me, because whatever it is, I'm still the best at being me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-3554540232788137059?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3554540232788137059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-all-i-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3554540232788137059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3554540232788137059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-all-i-got.html' title='This Is All I Got'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TShyhVEzvJI/AAAAAAAABNs/V-h5EKCEqY8/s72-c/167615_481175465793_590380793_6211882_3579441_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-5669090456415382519</id><published>2011-01-07T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:36:12.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Things I live For</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbmo9JkrFI/AAAAAAAABNM/1YjCHC_dj4U/s1600/DSC03347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559384381319326802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbmo9JkrFI/AAAAAAAABNM/1YjCHC_dj4U/s400/DSC03347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559384374109353394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbmoiSlNbI/AAAAAAAABNE/DEwPYw_QDNI/s400/DSC03316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbmoYFrAlI/AAAAAAAABM8/airJUfN0ifA/s1600/DSC03225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559384371370852946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbmoYFrAlI/AAAAAAAABM8/airJUfN0ifA/s400/DSC03225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbkprRyH3I/AAAAAAAABMc/9uEDNE59FwY/s1600/DSC04591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559382194678538098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbkprRyH3I/AAAAAAAABMc/9uEDNE59FwY/s400/DSC04591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbi0WGXTiI/AAAAAAAABMM/E1XgT-EkxJQ/s1600/DSC04468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559380178948804130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbi0WGXTiI/AAAAAAAABMM/E1XgT-EkxJQ/s400/DSC04468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbi0GNvrzI/AAAAAAAABME/bVkY6yHXh4w/s1600/DSC04467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559380174684794674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbi0GNvrzI/AAAAAAAABME/bVkY6yHXh4w/s400/DSC04467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm back from my Annual Sec 3 Camp (5th-7th January). Camp was so-so, I still deemed Bintan's Sc Camp to be my best one ever! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to know more about my new classmates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bathed! Hehehe :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was always looking forward to meal time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did the pole thing @ high element &amp;amp; it shaked like a jelly fishy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had quite a successful outdoor cooking!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was freezing in the night, hahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheers were funny. &lt;em&gt;Pineapple, eh? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty campfire!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That basically summed up what I did in camp :) I hope I'll make good friends with Faith 3-1, though deep inside me, I'll do anything to have back &lt;em&gt;Faith 2-2'10. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha, after reading 1 of my reader's tag, I decided to want to clarify something :) I know that at then end of my every blog post, I'll post something &lt;em&gt;Italic &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; to most of you guys, it sounds rather lovesick. Like "&lt;em&gt;How am I gona survive without you?" &lt;/em&gt;or blah blah stuffs like that. But I just want to say, I'm definately NOT in a relationship &amp;amp; promise never to be in one as long as I'm in Secondary School. Who is the person that I'm referring to, that's for you guys to find out, though I know you all won't bother to go to that extend, hehehe :) Just note that I'm not in love or fallen out of love or whatever. &lt;em&gt;Because, everyone has a best friend don't they? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall reply my tags now! &lt;em&gt;Finally...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reader &gt; Nope, I'm not, though it's often mistaken that I am in one, hehehe! Refer to my latest post! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shumin &gt; Heyho! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sawasdee &gt; Argh you, what nationality do you want to be next time! Hahaha, really nothing better to do! &amp;amp; you see me in real life like everyday! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merissa &gt; Nooooo, everyone says that when I posted that picture! :( Oh, I miss you many many too!!! :( And go pluck some hair from Chern Chern ah! Hahahaha! :) See you not so soon man! :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qianhui &gt; Hahaha, yea! Saw your bloggie! :) Maybe I'll drop by one day, hehehe! &amp;amp; what hands on the BBQ pit? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huiyi &gt; Will tag &amp;amp; link asap! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deanna &gt; Man, we're getting the same mud teacher again! :( Argh, I'm still left with one! And how was your ROD yo! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juehui &gt; Hehehe! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Might not blog so often anymore. Not that I blog very often ah, but still...Hehehe :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boookies! HERE I COME! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-5669090456415382519?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/5669090456415382519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/those-things-i-live-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5669090456415382519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5669090456415382519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/those-things-i-live-for.html' title='Those Things I live For'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TSbmo9JkrFI/AAAAAAAABNM/1YjCHC_dj4U/s72-c/DSC03347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2887528150392412904</id><published>2011-01-01T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T07:38:22.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There are some things in life that can't be explained. People say that there is always a reason as to why things happen. But I beg to differ. Sometimes, things just happen to you &amp;amp; you go, "Why?" You question, but you know that this is an unanswerable question. In life, we always have a mindset of how things should be. &lt;em&gt;Rich people should own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;. Poor people should be living in slumps. Smart people should belong to Oxford. &lt;/em&gt;So when I say "When you treat people well, they should also treat you you well in return." Right? Wouldn't everyone think this way? Maybe not think, it IS supposed to be this way. But look around us. How many people are getting treated like that? When people help you in any way, the least we should say is a "Thank you." But I'm sorry to say, even 2 simple words like that are being taken for granted. So what if it was your maid that served you that plate of food? So what if the cleaner was supposed to be doing her job by clearing your plates? They are &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;obliged to do those things at all! When people treat you nice, don't take advantage of them &amp;amp; climb all over their head &amp;amp; trample over them. They might not show you how they feel. And when they do get angry, don't you ever dare to laugh it off. Even the nicest people on Earth have feelings. They feel &lt;em&gt;indignant, &lt;/em&gt;they feel like a &lt;em&gt;servant. &lt;/em&gt;When we forge friendship with people, don't make it a &lt;em&gt;love-hate &lt;/em&gt;relationship. Most of all, don't make it a &lt;em&gt;mastery-slavery &lt;/em&gt;relationship. Don't push someone to their limit, or even beyond that. You'll never know. You'll jolly well hear the most forgiving person on Earth saying, " I hate you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thank you.&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/543737692402974021-2887528150392412904?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2887528150392412904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-what-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2887528150392412904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2887528150392412904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-what-now.html' title='So What Now.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3073403751191230891</id><published>2010-12-30T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:03:51.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556757809056355698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TR2RyU-ulXI/AAAAAAAABLc/Bu9c1SKPtnI/s400/DSC04772.JPG" /&gt;It's the eve of a New Year, year 2011 :) Unlike others, I don't really see a need to count down to another year, or to go out &amp;amp; party &amp;amp; stuffs like that. Instead, I spent this day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; my love one, from the last day of 2010, to the very first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt; of 2011 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that every year can be our best, it's just whether we make an effort to let it be :) All problems, -School, friends, relationship, parents. All can be solved :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's been rather smooth-sailing for me, with a little storm here &amp;amp; there :) I'm too lazy to upload photos. Just had my medicine &amp;amp; feel so drowsy! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to &lt;/strong&gt;spend more time with all my friends, &amp;amp; not just concentrate on studying &amp;amp; Softball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to &lt;/strong&gt;learn to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mangae&lt;/span&gt; my time better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to &lt;/strong&gt;eat more good food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to &lt;/strong&gt;stay out of problems that are uncalled for. (Relationships, blah blah.) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to &lt;/strong&gt;be more firm in what I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to &lt;/strong&gt;learn to be angry at some people (???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to &lt;/strong&gt;help more needy people! (Oh yea, I still got $4 to donate, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to &lt;/strong&gt;be a better Jenna! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've so many things to say, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! But nothing gets typed out here, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pft&lt;/span&gt;. Am looking forward to the 1st day of school &amp;amp; annual camp as well. Call me crazy uh, I know I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pictures as my brain doesn't seem to actually work now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know how much you actually hurt me before with your feelings and words. Am I a servant to you? If yes, then you're not fit to be my master either. Thanks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2011's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gona&lt;/span&gt; be great I believe! :D&lt;/em&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/543737692402974021-3073403751191230891?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3073403751191230891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3073403751191230891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3073403751191230891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-start.html' title='A New Start.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TR2RyU-ulXI/AAAAAAAABLc/Bu9c1SKPtnI/s72-c/DSC04772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-4281223803868872103</id><published>2010-12-29T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T04:43:40.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Treating Me Like That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TRsmdLJWc_I/AAAAAAAABLU/0TG77vmdosk/s1600/DSC04845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556076847941710834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TRsmdLJWc_I/AAAAAAAABLU/0TG77vmdosk/s400/DSC04845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kor's&lt;/span&gt; 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday @ Tony Roma's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why people are like that. &lt;em&gt;Why can't people just cherish me &amp;amp; not take me for granted? &lt;/em&gt;You people take too much, and never give. Do you find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;satisfaction&lt;/span&gt; in doing that? You all take the best &amp;amp; leave me to the rest. Just what is wrong. Just what am I to you all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lucky to have some people that actually care, really. You all don't know how I cherish them. And I really thank God for them. Because I got cherished just like how I cherish them :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People who listen, people who care, people who love me. People who eat with me, people who send me home. You're that person :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-4281223803868872103?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/4281223803868872103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/stop-treating-me-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4281223803868872103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4281223803868872103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/stop-treating-me-like-that.html' title='Stop Treating Me Like That'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TRsmdLJWc_I/AAAAAAAABLU/0TG77vmdosk/s72-c/DSC04845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1355083993165699171</id><published>2010-12-26T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T06:57:37.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for not blogging really often nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Penang trip was pretty alright, won't elaborate much. Oh, did I mention I walked around 50 minutes to get to a place there, that sells top-grade tao sa piang! It's really nice! I ate like  box (32pieces) already, uh huh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26th Decmember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went out with favourite today! Acted like tourists around Singapore, hehehe! Luckily found our way to the Merlion &amp;amp; took a lot of photos (with the help of others), which turned out great, &amp;amp; shots (taken by me), which were a total failure :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walked a really long way to the Helix Bridge &amp;amp; we went inside Marina Bay Sands Resort! It's really a huge place! With only a tiny weeny small Christmas tree, hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talked, shared, gossiped, discussed, laughed, racked our brains, walked, joked :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; now, I know &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;, hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, went to meet Bra The, Nicky, Irwin, Ryan, Randall, Shu Min, Hui Lin &amp;amp; Shi Ying @ Cineleisure for"Guliver's Travel"! A really nice comedy that kept me laughng throughout! Went for dinner and we (the girls) went to Bedok Point! Food paradise, whoopies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all, enjoyed myself this Boxing Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to bake cookies! Who has a oven to spare me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for today :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-1355083993165699171?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1355083993165699171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/everythings-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1355083993165699171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1355083993165699171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/everythings-perfect.html' title='Everything&apos;s Perfect.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-8173118773164895272</id><published>2010-12-19T01:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:18:24.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm That Afraid,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQ3KteVNQII/AAAAAAAABLI/CdgokOOW__4/s1600/148270_492434109280_711884280_5435304_3872801_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552316798202626178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQ3KteVNQII/AAAAAAAABLI/CdgokOOW__4/s400/148270_492434109280_711884280_5435304_3872801_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I seem to have lost my appetite. Yeah, a shocking thing to be heard from me, but really. I stared at the noodles just now, and I didn't feel like eating at all, :( It started like 3 days ago. &lt;em&gt;Is it true that you eat better without any worries? &lt;/em&gt;I feel so scared all of a sudden. I can't explain my current feeling into words. When you said it was the last, my heart felt uneasy, paranoid. Oh, how I hate this feeling :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas is soon here! I'm still thinking of what to get for them if the Christmas date is still on, mm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;. Food? Cards? Hugs? I don't really know :) Might not have the time to do it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt;, considering the fact that my 5 CHINESE compositions are still left untouched, slaughter me N.O.W.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just me &amp;amp; you -happily ever after. It is beautiful :) My past tense will never be used on you :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-8173118773164895272?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/8173118773164895272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-im-that-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8173118773164895272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8173118773164895272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-im-that-afraid.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m That Afraid,'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQ3KteVNQII/AAAAAAAABLI/CdgokOOW__4/s72-c/148270_492434109280_711884280_5435304_3872801_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-4699219816806777069</id><published>2010-12-18T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T06:13:48.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is All It Takes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552016300426406418" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQy6rgRcexI/AAAAAAAABKg/lVFKCaPwJy0/s400/DSC03789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQy6lRmIGOI/AAAAAAAABKY/OWSt_hZsg3U/s1600/DSC03785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552017590182222050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQy6lRmIGOI/AAAAAAAABKY/OWSt_hZsg3U/s400/DSC03785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQy6X7jJ0-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/tLLB8MXcOlk/s1600/DSC03757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552017360925873122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQy6X7jJ0-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/tLLB8MXcOlk/s400/DSC03757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQy6KKyIxbI/AAAAAAAABKI/U5q7Uwb9beg/s1600/DSC03728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552017124497081778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQy6KKyIxbI/AAAAAAAABKI/U5q7Uwb9beg/s400/DSC03728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Photos taken @ East Coast BBQ :) It was a "junior promote to senior day", as well as the ROD for Eileen! :) We really had to thank God for the fine weather yesterday! Am really glad that everyone enjoyed themselves and this'll mark a stone less off my chest! Phew ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, we had the norm, BBQ, waterbombs &amp;amp; bonding time :) And lots and lots and lots of pictures of course! Like 541 of them, haha! :) All in all, I had fun, though my sprained ankle really restricted quite a lot of my movement :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm, I guess that's it. Many funny incidents happen, like stupid Shermaine spammed my camera with her face &amp;amp; kept on acknowledging me as her twin sister, when I'm not even half as alike as her! Jovial Jona peeled prawn shells for the team, really thoughtful of her! :) Smiley Shu Min is really good at poking the chickee wings! Cuddly Chi Yean only knows how to keep asking for food &amp;amp; complain that it's raw! Lovely Lee Gin was my "shadow" practically for the whole day &amp;amp; colourful Cheryl said we looked cute together! :) &lt;em&gt;Note the alliteration!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overall, I had fun, and the girls too, that's all that matters ultimately :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would be away @ Penang from the 20th-23rd December. Hotel stay from the 24th-25th December &amp;amp; outing with favourite/favourites on the 26th. Sec 1 orientation on the 28th. Annual meeting on the 29th &amp;amp; Sakae Meal with Charlians after that! I love my timetable! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know I haven't been replying my tags for a pretty long time. I shall do it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boh - Yeah man, it's been sucha long time since we've last met up :( I've no more trainings already! But looking at how tight our sheldure are, hmm, meet ups are gona be quite difficult! And yeah man, I need food! Sorry, couldn't make it on Saturday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yuwen - We'll try to arrange it soon ba, haha! &amp;amp; I saw your blog post regarding the same issues, I can totally relate myself to that too man! Like Boh said, telepathy eh! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Qianhui - The PRESIDENT of the United States, hahaha! Winnnnnk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anon to Jenna - I think I'm closer to them compared to my own batch, hahaha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Juehui - Must try harder! Cannot hate :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I supposed to live through that 4 days? Us to strangers. I asked you before. Noise to silence. I told you before. We'll just learn to live with it.&lt;/em&gt;&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/543737692402974021-4699219816806777069?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/4699219816806777069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-all-it-takes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4699219816806777069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4699219816806777069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-all-it-takes.html' title='This Is All It Takes.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQy5aM4YKhI/AAAAAAAABJ4/NmQexJz8vAU/s72-c/DSC03678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-817303439157206014</id><published>2010-12-14T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:23:51.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Came To Win.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQgii3nQ4eI/AAAAAAAABJw/Dviz_xt1lqs/s1600/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550724523173667298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQgii3nQ4eI/AAAAAAAABJw/Dviz_xt1lqs/s400/DSC01632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eating makes me hairpee, you have a problem with that? :) Would be meeting team mates to settle some stuffs later in the late morning! :) Thanks girls for helping me out, I love you all :) After that, off to meet my 2 favourite people plus Wayne for lunch! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, to clarify something. I'm really fine now, thank you :) I know that you all are concerned &amp;amp; kept asking me to share my burdens with you all. But sorry, if I say it's personal, please leave it at that. I really appreciate you all a lot, but some stuffs are better left unsaid :) You know you know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm blogging now while doing my English composition. Or &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to come up with something at least! &lt;em&gt;Ideal home. &lt;/em&gt;I just want it to stay like mine now, hahaha! But of course I can't write that, she'll fail my content, hehe :) K, I want a food center inside my home, yummy or what? :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really can't recall the last time I went out with my Secondary School friends for lunch or anything like that. All of us are bizee with trainings, Softball, Volleyball, Soccer, tsk tsk :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last training for the year tomorrow! Good or bad? Oh wellz... :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been quite a while you had this nonsensical Jenna kinda post eh :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tooootles! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We love &amp;amp; we dislike. We never hate :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-817303439157206014?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/817303439157206014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-came-to-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/817303439157206014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/817303439157206014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-came-to-win.html' title='I Came To Win.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQgii3nQ4eI/AAAAAAAABJw/Dviz_xt1lqs/s72-c/DSC01632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3063039486247271597</id><published>2010-12-13T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T03:53:01.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Was Never Easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To play a sport well, you must feel for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is it that sometimes, the sport you love, the sport you play, can be the sport that makes you cry instead? I think the strongest people in this world, are not those that've been through a bad break up. I think the strongest people are the ones that gets insulted everytime, the ones that have been looked down upon, but eventually the ones that prove everybody wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always told myself. "We get what we work for." But after much thinking, I came to a conclusion. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes, people don't recognise your effort. People don't see your sweat. People don't see those tears. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got so much things to say actually. But I'm not sure if anyone feels like I do, so forget it. But it's weighing on my mind so heavily that I can't think of anything else but this. Don't ask me what happened. I'm sorry. &lt;em&gt;People just have to understand that I don't feel like talking everytime. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These things. Please stop assailing my mind. I can't play my game well like that. Stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, stop it. Stop talking to me about Softball for now. I don't know what am I really fighting for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-3063039486247271597?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3063039486247271597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-was-never-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3063039486247271597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3063039486247271597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-was-never-easy.html' title='This Was Never Easy.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2212152698272058372</id><published>2010-12-10T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T08:30:55.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Brighten My Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQJIb9WbFzI/AAAAAAAABI4/lUqqofPDhE4/s1600/DSC03198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549077336036153138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQJIb9WbFzI/AAAAAAAABI4/lUqqofPDhE4/s400/DSC03198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;                            &lt;em&gt;  Promises are like toys, never meant to be broken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's the end of a week - A hetic week in fact! With trainings sucking up all my energy, with suppressing fustrations with me &amp;amp; with laugh &amp;amp; joy of course :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To sum it all up, I had a rather fruitful week, did you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think the world is unfair. We get what we worked for. I've learnt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Training today was overly depressing :( But my juniors always never fail to make my day! I just love teasing them, hehehe! Sadistic! But it makes me hairpee what, who cares? Hehehe! I know Ms Aunty is prolly reading this now, &lt;em&gt;stalker :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549079142824112034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQJKFIKPb6I/AAAAAAAABJA/k4LimIEp1hE/s400/DSC03220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not a Malay nor an Indian. Hahaha! I always get the "Eh Jenna, you half Malay ah?" or stuffs like "You lived in India before?" I still remembered what Yan Ting asked me during the Bintan trip, hillarious! But I better shush before you evil people suan me &lt;em&gt;again! &lt;/em&gt;But even Mama seconds what they think, what more could I say? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549080852331605682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQJLooklrrI/AAAAAAAABJI/EzStatypHOg/s400/DSC03231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's okay to break down a little here &amp;amp; there. You always see clearly afterwards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School's starting in 2 weeks time! I can't wait! Okay, maybe not so for the academic part, but definately for the fun &amp;amp; enjoyable part! I'll be in Upper Secondary! I really hope I won't stand up during assembly when they say "Lower sec, please stand." Imagine the humilation if I did. I'll just bury a hole like a buffalo, -winks-. Hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549083067932423266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQJNpmU_NGI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mANgnuru3Jk/s400/DSC03250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the world is beautiful :) Don't believe people when they say that it isn't. They just haven't seen the best of people, the best of things :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Secondary 1s students are coming for Softball try-out on the 27th December! I'm so over excited about it! I better get a grip on myself before I start my daily rountine of insulting all my team meates 1 by 1, hehehe! I don't want to scare the poor innocent babies of the team! Hahaha! Ogay, whatever. I'll just be &lt;em&gt;me :) &lt;/em&gt;They can laugh, just don't cry! Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549084702751592098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQJPIwgQDqI/AAAAAAAABJY/GcgiXpI_-dY/s400/DSC03300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;People lie to themselves. Not because they're avoiding the truth, it's because sometimes, it hurts less.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who do you think are the saddest people on Earth? Liars? Betrayers? Attention seekers? My answer will be, "None of those." I think the saddest kind of people on Earth are those that don't love. There's plenty of reasons why they don't. Maybe they're too hurt to open up their hearts again. Or maybe they haven't found the right person yet? But I say, these are all excuses. Not everyone will hurt us. Even if they did, you've to blame yourself too, for giving too much, to recieve nothing in the end. But love is selfless, it doesn't calculate, it doesn't mind, it corrects one, it never destroys. Love is supposed to be beautiful. Believe in this belief :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549087738081936994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQJR5b_ZhmI/AAAAAAAABJg/vJ0u-kkmtyY/s400/DSC03366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open your eyes to light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 12.15am now, &amp;amp; I'm still up chatting with my close ones! I feel so blessed, hahaha! Who doesn't like late hour chats, hmmm :) K, I shouldn't be so hairpee actually. I've 5 Chinese compositions on my hand to complete, o.h m.y m.a.m.a :( I just realised it yesterday when Lame Hong asked me if I've completed them. And no, I HAVE NOT! I can die writing 1, 5? You must have had a screw loose :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549090080165429202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQJUBw7nf9I/AAAAAAAABJo/ui8LcaGY8sk/s400/DSC03417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We shouldn't smile if we're not genuinely happy. It's just wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ogay, I'm done with my post! I'm gona share secrets with someone now, oh pork, hahaha! Pictures are taken @ Bangkok, Thailand during vacation! Next post would be a food picture post! Stay tune!&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/543737692402974021-2212152698272058372?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2212152698272058372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-brighten-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2212152698272058372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2212152698272058372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-brighten-my-day.html' title='You Brighten My Day.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TQJIb9WbFzI/AAAAAAAABI4/lUqqofPDhE4/s72-c/DSC03198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-8194435901480506154</id><published>2010-12-09T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T07:03:56.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Doing Too Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're all trying too hard to beat each other in that certain position, to be the best in the team, to be the one that hits the furthest, to be the one that pitches the fastest. We're trying so hard, that sometimes, we forgot that we're a team. Because when you hit over the fence, no one will clap the loudest but your team mates. When you pitch a strike out, no one will smile like your team mates. We shouldn't be an individual. We need each other. So don't push any of your team mates away. One day, if you lose, you'll realise that the table can be turned around if you worked with your team mates. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-8194435901480506154?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/8194435901480506154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/am-i-doing-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8194435901480506154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8194435901480506154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/am-i-doing-too-much.html' title='Am I Doing Too Much?'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2257194676998082063</id><published>2010-12-07T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:41:43.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 People.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ogay, this post should be posted like a hundred years ago or something, but I kept delaying it, ogay :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went out to makan makan with 2 of my favourite people in the world, on __th November, keke :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548188033277456130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8fnuaTbwI/AAAAAAAABGA/2BEohCp5XoY/s400/DSC02396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;@ Bedok Central! &lt;em&gt;Who said that only expensive food can be nice? :D&lt;/em&gt; Crazy Boh had a sudden craving for &lt;strong&gt;hawker food, &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; a date was made to eat them :) Each of us were to bring a budgeted $10 &amp;amp; surprisingly, it was more than enough! -Pats on backs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So...we ate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548207037328543058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8w56BKTVI/AAAAAAAABIQ/AERe7tKZFTo/s400/DSC02393.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;HOKKIEN MEE! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548192161733935522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8jYCHCAaI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Z_dqt7XcMwg/s400/DSC02394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;FRIED CARROT CAKE!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548193320171262162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8kbdoA0NI/AAAAAAAABGY/uK0tOj72LrU/s400/DSC02395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;FRIED KUAY TIAO! (I've no idea on the spelling :P)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548194240666937106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8lRCvSJxI/AAAAAAAABGg/Qt1SAwjuYdE/s400/DSC02399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;FISHBALL SOUP!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548195019448746546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8l-X7VgjI/AAAAAAAABGo/zTqlEf7tx_A/s400/DSC02400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;FRIED WANTON! (It feels weird eating Wayne Tan, hahaha!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548196075227371602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8m71Ak2FI/AAAAAAAABGw/KcyVlak5dLA/s400/DSC02401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;SUGAR CANE JUICE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; if you're going, "I bet they can't finish these food!", then you're proven wrong!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548197297171823602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8oC9G1e_I/AAAAAAAABG4/mup_rNKbNC8/s400/DSC02405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Do we get any prize for this? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, Boh had a craving for prata! Yes, it was her craving again! :) So, we went over to Simei's Ah Mei Cafe for Prata! Hehehe, awesome! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548198210261960770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8o4GofSEI/AAAAAAAABHA/TYXSn4Q-wL8/s400/DSC02421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;No, our spree didn't end there! We went up Eastpoint 2nd floor for yogurt! It's nice, newly opened store! :) It's called Canada something something, oh whatever. Who cares about the name anyway!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548199223364088066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8pzEu28QI/AAAAAAAABHI/6j5p5aY2FBA/s400/DSC02432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;OERO YOGURT!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548201191733327762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8rlpep95I/AAAAAAAABHY/WuOtVMNHDvc/s400/DSC02433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;PEACH &amp;amp; STRAWBERRY YOGURT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ogay, it's OUR time now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548201981668223538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8sToNz6jI/AAAAAAAABHg/dsDP_TXlDj0/s400/DSC02441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548202699051066754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8s9YrNZYI/AAAAAAAABHo/bw8P3-GLgyE/s400/DSC02450.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy belated Halloween! Hehehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548204699883366498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8ux2WzaGI/AAAAAAAABHw/nqC_LpZCnis/s400/DSC02436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Signature faces, pork! :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548204703413324066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8uyDgaSSI/AAAAAAAABH4/AmArhsVO-VQ/s400/DSC02461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548204711381817810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8uyhMP2dI/AAAAAAAABIA/bCGTLWfvOEQ/s400/DSC02464.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Take that Bryan.K for calling me short! HA! :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548206047258537122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8wARuE7KI/AAAAAAAABII/DyEnubBue64/s400/DSC02476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Happy kids are cool ones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, did I mention that we started going crazy doing Bollywood epic dance? Hmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548208072657189426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8x2K6vujI/AAAAAAAABIY/t4k1H84oRR0/s400/DSC02481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548208883502173506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8ylXjQTUI/AAAAAAAABIg/wMIx3uzKnyU/s400/DSC02486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548209994161896194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8zmBFKuwI/AAAAAAAABIo/qzhlzlZW3cE/s400/DSC02500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hahaha! If being crazy was a crime, I think we would've have been sentenced to death :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548211192567825794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP80rxfaBYI/AAAAAAAABIw/EmJ1JzE3YOk/s400/DSC02467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Good luck to you two for your Netball championship next year! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; good luck to me for the top 15. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for always being there for me &amp;amp; keeping to your promise to be by my side, always :) Sorry that I've ranted at you yesterday because I was feeling overly upset with myself. I promise you I'll work hard, play my game well &amp;amp; believe in myself. -Pinky pinky- :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-2257194676998082063?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2257194676998082063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2257194676998082063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2257194676998082063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-people.html' title='The 3 People.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TP8fnuaTbwI/AAAAAAAABGA/2BEohCp5XoY/s72-c/DSC02396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-6069891895531965410</id><published>2010-12-06T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:30:36.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry For All.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPzZcUAP-cI/AAAAAAAABF4/2jXiyzO8cys/s1600/DSC03439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547547921442929090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPzZcUAP-cI/AAAAAAAABF4/2jXiyzO8cys/s400/DSC03439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never liked rejections. I've never liked commitment. Maybe later, but not now. I don't know. I feel so lousy &amp;amp; bad &amp;amp; guilty &amp;amp; any other words you could think of. This is not Jenna, I don't like this very day. Confessions don't always end up well. I'm sorry for everything. Really, everything. I know you read this, tell me I'm forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Joshua, you better shush about this, since YOU READ THROUGH MY MESSAGES!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need a food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remedy&lt;/span&gt; now, desperately. Anyone?&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/543737692402974021-6069891895531965410?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/6069891895531965410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry-for-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6069891895531965410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6069891895531965410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry-for-all.html' title='Sorry For All.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPzZcUAP-cI/AAAAAAAABF4/2jXiyzO8cys/s72-c/DSC03439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2357565162132199925</id><published>2010-12-05T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T05:22:09.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Bangkok! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss hearing from you. 5 days without it, gosh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so angry now, I need to pop a chill pill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-2357565162132199925?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2357565162132199925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/absence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2357565162132199925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2357565162132199925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/12/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-5972805041107044292</id><published>2010-11-30T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T04:21:17.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If Today Was Your Last Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if today was your last day, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you sit at a corner &amp;amp; cry? Rejoice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you've had enough of the world? Laugh because that's the only remedy? Just what exactly would you guys do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever you do, just make sure that there's no room for regret. Life is too short to regret, but never to short to learn from your mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People will disappoint you. You will disappoint others. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappoint yourself even. But do you think the hurt will go away if you hate that person? How will we ever learn to love others if we don't love ourselves? You'll just find that the time &amp;amp; effort needed to love is just redundant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one said that you're guranteed to recieve something when you love. No one said that there'll be returns by the end of the day. No one said that everyone would appreciate. But when you love, no one can feel the warmth of it, but yourselves :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's great to feel loved. But in order to fully understand it, you've to give it to someone too. So what if he/she doesn't appreciate? So what? You loved, and you will be in return :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is like a counter-attack game. You recieve as much as you give, or sometimes even more :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's theory proven my dears :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Learn to love, only then will you learn to serve :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you to whoever that love/loved me. I love you all &amp;amp; I always will :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you God.&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/543737692402974021-5972805041107044292?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/5972805041107044292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-if-today-was-your-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5972805041107044292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5972805041107044292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-if-today-was-your-last-day.html' title='What If Today Was Your Last Day.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-57318151764505190</id><published>2010-11-26T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:53:23.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPCP0TjWVxI/AAAAAAAABFA/PhawgqKe7u4/s1600/DSC03116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544089270057588498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPCP0TjWVxI/AAAAAAAABFA/PhawgqKe7u4/s400/DSC03116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, no matter how hard you've tried, it's just not enough. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello, I'm back to post here :) Was away @ Bintan from the 19th to the 22th, had an awesome, fabulous, &amp;amp; fantastic time there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was really looking forward to this camp as soon as I saw my grouping - All the lovely ones! &amp;amp; it turned out that I wasn't being excited for nothing! No one could compare to the &lt;strong&gt;Charlians &lt;/strong&gt;- us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We played together, ate together, slept together, basically, did everything together :) I could sincerely say that this was my best school camp ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We visited an orphanage &amp;amp; a local school. Looking at the few amenities they have there, I thought of what we have here, that have always been taken for granted. The little things that we do not even give a second thought to. If you think that water, electricity &amp;amp; food is easy to get, then think again. Because for the people there, these are the things that they hope to have, but they don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We live too a comfortable life, it's time we not be so ignorant anymore. It's time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544092441669379602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPCSs6uhphI/AAAAAAAABFI/RrlHWh-LMuY/s400/155879_473138709652_833739652_5453898_2983742_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qianhui was my best camp buddy! We sat together on the bus, leaned on each other's shoulders to sleep, laughed hysterically at everything, &amp;amp; "insulted" group mates like no tomorrow, hehe :) Girl, thank you for giving me such an enjoyable time over at Bintan, I love you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544102380824518882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPCbvc9xYOI/AAAAAAAABFo/_JDmpa6RWRQ/s400/150245_1545027703185_1159792629_1248631_1948222_n%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all, I miss being in Bintan, I miss The Charlians &amp;amp; the fun we had together :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544094322427859714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPCUaZGSkwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/0nKgb6aHKL0/s400/DSC02916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's funny how playing a sport you love so much could make you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know how the softballers feel. I know you all are thinking "We went all out, we pushed ourselves, but what did we get?" Sometimes, I ask myself that too. I want the answer, can anyone tell me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coach, I miss you patting our head as an encouragement whenever we miss a ball. Because, we don't get that now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had friendly matches @ Fajar yesterday. I'm just gona sit &amp;amp; reflect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544097305485168306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPCXIB2kzrI/AAAAAAAABFY/ZvUg769M1NI/s400/DSC02850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544099847049779058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPCZb96zF3I/AAAAAAAABFg/ypFcNIpbacc/s400/DSC02812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's still room for improvement. I hate the emo-ish feeling I feel everytime after Softball, oh wellz. There's still happy stuffs! It's been so long since we've all been on the field playing as a team together - The Sec 2s :) It feels great, everyone trusts each other to catch the ball/cover bases etc etc :) Awesome! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544102384237116114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPCbvprZetI/AAAAAAAABFw/IX_N0wVTzw8/s400/154453_1505967778158_1503193024_31080161_7191914_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From left to right, Stephen's, Jenna's, Joshua's. Hehe, I know mine's pathetic :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The end :)&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/543737692402974021-57318151764505190?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/57318151764505190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/theres-no-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/57318151764505190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/57318151764505190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='There&apos;s No Tomorrow.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TPCP0TjWVxI/AAAAAAAABFA/PhawgqKe7u4/s72-c/DSC03116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3108534473503683357</id><published>2010-11-16T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:08:55.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you realize that sometimes what you say aren't making things better for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;People are congratulating me, people are wishing me all the best. But sometimes, they just fail to realize that this is not the way that I want things to become. I'm totally stressed out over my class next year. Yes, I know that I brought this all upon myself. I wanted 8 subjects. &lt;em&gt;Yes, I wanted that badly. &lt;/em&gt;But when I think of the competition, I get freaked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Come on, even a dumb can tell that in that class, there's so many people that are way smarter than me. My results may be comforting to some, but it's totally &lt;em&gt;peanut&lt;/em&gt; compared to all my to-be classmates. Gosh :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe I have to work harder. It's time to stop fooling around. It's time to stop chilling out after school for no occasion. &lt;em&gt;Softball or studies?&lt;/em&gt; Which comes first? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Try to balance both? I'm only human, I know I can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But I'll try. &lt;em&gt;It just sucks when both are just as important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank you to whoever that comforted me. You know I love you all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; all around me, those that never fail to ring me up whenever I need a listening ear. Thank you, you don't know how you actually made my day so beautiful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, there we go on our cold war again. The wheels on the bus indeed go round and round.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-3108534473503683357?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3108534473503683357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-realize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3108534473503683357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3108534473503683357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-realize.html' title='Do You Realize'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-8825723573372071814</id><published>2010-11-13T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:42:24.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Recall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TN9zFcNvhsI/AAAAAAAABE4/YQ5T7Tiy55g/s1600/DSC02168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539272603999372994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TN9zFcNvhsI/AAAAAAAABE4/YQ5T7Tiy55g/s400/DSC02168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't like the rain. It dampen my mood. Okay, I know you'll say that that's so childish, but it's really not. I'm serious. &lt;strong&gt;I dislike the rain, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abhor&lt;/span&gt; it, I detest it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently, I had many thoughts that assailed my mind. Thoughts that made me smile, thoughts that made me look back, thoughts that made me think, thoughts that made me choke on my tears, thoughts that made me who I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if someone better came his way?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Am I too clingy? Am I too dependent? Am I too weak to stand on my own 2 feet? Why is it that whenever I've a problem, my mind would always ask me to leave it to you. I'm like a burden to you, am I? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most beautiful line would be "But, I love you." The most painful line would be "I love you, but..." You see the difference?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm not lovesick okay, this has nothing to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BGR&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love people who understand my silence. Only then would they understand my words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Remember, even when you're 60, we'll still go to the Eiffel Tower together :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because you said so &amp;amp; because I believe :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you for yesterday :) -Hug hug hug-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-8825723573372071814?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/8825723573372071814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/will-you-recall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8825723573372071814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8825723573372071814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/will-you-recall.html' title='Will You Recall'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TN9zFcNvhsI/AAAAAAAABE4/YQ5T7Tiy55g/s72-c/DSC02168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-6971017189471509448</id><published>2010-11-13T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T06:15:00.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, this is gona be a very MEANINGLESS post! Because apparently, I went on MSN, &amp;amp; said this "I'm going to blog." &amp;amp; I've people like Natladda.P, Joshua.L &amp;amp; Wilson.W who wanted me to blog about how much I love them &amp;amp; how cool are they. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Save me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But nonetheless, I shall do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Natladda.P,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You're really awesome &amp;amp; I love you so much! Just like how a fat kid loves cake, just like how Patrick loves Spongebob :) So, you get my point? Hehe, at least mine has a few sentences, not like your's! Only capable of cheating my feelings, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Joshua.L, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eh Boss, you wanted to know how cool you are right? This is how cool you are. -Stretches arm- :) You're cool because we always get high together for no good reason! &amp;amp; I'm praising you before you back out about taking photos around Singapore with me :( So, you're cool, so cool, so cool. &lt;em&gt;I'm like living in denial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wilson.W,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hey Wang's Cafe! Yes yes, I know you're awesome, and I'm sure everyone knows that too, heh. Don't forget that you owe me 3 meals! Before honour your words or you'll be dead, slowly &amp;amp; surely. You ought to be more humble though, hahahaha, but it's okay, I am like that too. Ah, what nonsense! Kk, ciaosssss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-6971017189471509448?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/6971017189471509448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/meaningless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6971017189471509448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6971017189471509448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/meaningless.html' title='Meaningless'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-4234637574998808054</id><published>2010-11-11T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:57:47.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Suddenly Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538515533733827618" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNy8fzbZq1I/AAAAAAAABCg/R9j6337iXPA/s400/DSC01036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538507731548424978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNy7cASyyxI/AAAAAAAABCY/ybNc59ZLe3g/s400/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNy7b3g7JbI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Aip6qmF7Z_E/s1600/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538507729191773618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNy7b3g7JbI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Aip6qmF7Z_E/s400/DSC00973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey Readers, I know that I've not been blogging so often as before :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I've got peektures! Though I've been procrastinating uploading them, pft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Merissa Boh &amp;amp; Ng Yu Wen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trainings are practically everyday, and I've no extra time to meet up with people or do things I want :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's okay. I am a happy girl. I always try to please everyone. I hate having enemies &amp;amp; I wish to be everybody's friend. That's me :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my, I'm having a poke war on Facebook, hehe, awesome :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promised to bring Bbf around Singapore one day, I wonder when will I have the chance to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help but smile at the mention of your name, you're just so sweet, to me :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my dearest blood brother:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the best for your A level! Stop stressing yourself out, haha! Although I hate it when you've an important exam because you'll keep bugging me to buy food for you, but still..All the best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Short post because Brother wants the lappy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-4234637574998808054?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/4234637574998808054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-suddenly-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4234637574998808054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4234637574998808054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-suddenly-miss-you.html' title='I Suddenly Miss You'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNzCiJswFCI/AAAAAAAABEw/8jyVFX9kt1U/s72-c/DSC01315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-5599362551278968783</id><published>2010-11-03T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:36:34.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Not Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNJLtXUAgMI/AAAAAAAABCI/VZgefParT-s/s1600/DSC01654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535570134715891906" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNJKdCRLgMI/AAAAAAAABBw/ImeFUoGL8jg/s400/DSC01531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNJKCyaB55I/AAAAAAAABBo/8d1OMxj_C58/s1600/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535568303742904210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNJKCyaB55I/AAAAAAAABBo/8d1OMxj_C58/s400/DSC01629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNJJrQa8wlI/AAAAAAAABBg/5_-38La3uEE/s1600/DSC01655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535567899482964562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNJJrQa8wlI/AAAAAAAABBg/5_-38La3uEE/s400/DSC01655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNJJHPqBDWI/AAAAAAAABBY/RzJthwB-xtE/s1600/DSC01651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535567280802434402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNJJHPqBDWI/AAAAAAAABBY/RzJthwB-xtE/s400/DSC01651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNJIt5MEimI/AAAAAAAABBQ/lT3t7Iy5Or0/s1600/DSC01544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535566845274524258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNJIt5MEimI/AAAAAAAABBQ/lT3t7Iy5Or0/s400/DSC01544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All my favourite people ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just realised that Wilson Wang gave me a topic to blog about the other time, but the topic is super difficult! It requires so much thinking :( But nevertheless, I shall give it a go, some day, not today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's like we were so close. Then suddenly, I didn't know what happened. We always have cold wars;but then suddenly, we talk to each other all through the night. My heart, it's constantly being lifted up &amp;amp; then dropped down, by you. Yes, it's all by you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you guys ever had this feeling before? You always have this tinge of jealousy in you. It doesn't matter if you're jealous about that person's looks or fame or fortune. You are, in a very simple way, just jealous of her. I &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;this feeling. &amp;amp; it's eating me up bit by bit. &lt;em&gt;Unbearable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I want to go &amp;amp; print out all the photos that are taking up the memory space in Cammy! I want to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;. I want to get all sentimental. I want to be appreciative of others. I want to go for trainings for 6 hours straight, get all tired, go to sleep &amp;amp; not think about any other things. I want to eat, lots &amp;amp; lots of food &amp;amp; see who will still love me when I get fat boom boom :) I want to spend time with &lt;em&gt;you, &lt;/em&gt;just going crazy together :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because the bottom line is : I'll be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You could say so. Maybe I'm selfish. Not because I'm born this way, but because you made me so. I don't want to share you with anybody else. The thought of you talking/hanging out with other people bothers me. Maybe I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possessive&lt;/span&gt;. But maybe it's because I have learnt to cherish all those around me &amp;amp; I always have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unexplainable&lt;/span&gt; fear in me, that one day, everyone would just leave me &amp;amp; move on themselves. Just like when I'm eating with my friends, I would always ask them to order their food first. Because, I'm paranoid. I don't want to order mine first to see them suddenly leave. And there I am, all alone. You know how I feel? I guess you don't. But it's okay. Once you've experienced friends leaving you for others, you'll understand me better. I hope so, well, at least :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My my, I got to wake up so early tomorrow for Slow Pitch softball :( Lazy yet excited at the same time! Would be meeting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Izrafel&lt;/span&gt; @ 5.45 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tanah&lt;/span&gt;, drop off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aljunied&lt;/span&gt;, meet the rest of the boys @ 6 &amp;amp; leave for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Horrray&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, you might say that I don't love enough. But actually, secretly, deep down inside me, I do, a lot. It's just a matter of whether I choose to show/express it or not. I guard my heart, very tightly. I used to trust people too easily &amp;amp; that's why I've decided to stop doing that. It's simple. My heart simply can't take the pain that comes with it anymore. So, I don't open much to people. Maybe except you. Maybe that's why you're special. Maybe that's why you have access to my heart. But let me get this straight. I am not someone that you could simply take for granted for. It's stupid for me to say that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, cause I know you won't :) Prove me right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for the very random paragraphs. It could be rather emotional to you guys? I don't know :) It's not to me, just words that I've always wanted to say, just opinions that I've always wanted to voice out :) I realised I like to use repetitive words! It has a bigger impact on the reader &amp;amp; the emotions I guess :) Tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, till then ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm happy because I've learnt to look beyond the imperfections&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-5599362551278968783?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/5599362551278968783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-youre-not-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5599362551278968783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5599362551278968783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-youre-not-here.html' title='When You&apos;re Not Here'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TNJLtXUAgMI/AAAAAAAABCI/VZgefParT-s/s72-c/DSC01654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-5807558474877294868</id><published>2010-10-31T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T07:03:01.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Loving It</title><content type='html'>Went for ice-cream buffet today with all my favourite people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love them, bit by bit, little by little much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you make me smile while talking to you, then just carry on :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of my lovelys would be in the next post yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010's Halloween's a blast! Late night texting with people close to my heart, taking pictures &amp;amp; just being myself, I simply enjoyed it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, someone's being real sweet &amp;amp; I'll get to hear 2 songs the next time, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love writing letters. Hand-written ones. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fantastic! I hope I'll have time to catch up with all my girl/boy friends even when I have a sardine jammed packed holiday with trainings and all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...I'M LOVING IT, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'll blog tomorrow or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I understand you, more than you do yourself :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-5807558474877294868?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/5807558474877294868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-loving-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5807558474877294868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5807558474877294868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m Loving It'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-8806127429498518954</id><published>2010-10-30T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T07:20:52.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMwpiitxSnI/AAAAAAAABAA/8zwyqdrvuBY/s1600/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533843715542567538" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMwb-rYDkpI/AAAAAAAAA8g/l-poQPjDq5c/s400/DSC00517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533828156897086530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMwbY6PnzEI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/AHeB73GL8m8/s400/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMwa4jiONJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/5iHUib9LErA/s1600/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533827601045271698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMwa4jiONJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/5iHUib9LErA/s400/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi, I'm Jenna. I love food, do you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-8806127429498518954?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/8806127429498518954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-need-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8806127429498518954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8806127429498518954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-need-them.html' title='I Need Them'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMwpiitxSnI/AAAAAAAABAA/8zwyqdrvuBY/s72-c/DSC01453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-5735851955236755157</id><published>2010-10-29T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T06:34:21.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If There Was Life After Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoong&lt;/span&gt; asked us during training today, "You girls know that training is so tough now, why did you all still stay on?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone gave an answer, except me. Not because I didn't know why, it was because I didn't want to lose myself &amp;amp; my emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is exactly what I send &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hoong&lt;/span&gt;. (Not edited).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I promised Coach that I'll never give up. He instilled the passion in me, in my love for softball. So even at times when I want to quit, I would always think of how Coach would be so proud of our team in Heaven &amp;amp; how I'm winning the gold medal for him &amp;amp; for you. That's why, I always tell myself that all these that I'm going through are worth it. Because, he was the one that never gave up, he was the one that never admitted defeat. Because, he was the one that stood tall &amp;amp; strong. Because, he was the one that shaped me into such a player I am today. And because he did all those, I will too. So I didn't give up, I don't plan to, &amp;amp; I will never. The reason to your question is simple. Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chiam&lt;/span&gt; is my Coach, he will always be the best one &amp;amp; I love him."&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/543737692402974021-5735851955236755157?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/5735851955236755157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-there-was-life-after-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5735851955236755157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5735851955236755157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-there-was-life-after-death.html' title='If There Was Life After Death'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-4016258630181584289</id><published>2010-10-28T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:59:38.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As We Know It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMpGgRScVkI/AAAAAAAAA8I/T_A-YNpif2U/s1600/tumblr_law6be94T91qaobbko1_500[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533312612388591170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMpGgRScVkI/AAAAAAAAA8I/T_A-YNpif2U/s400/tumblr_law6be94T91qaobbko1_500%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;David once asked me, "What's your definition of life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Life to me, is about finding another half of us. It's to be lived to the fullest, with tears but with no regrets. It's about the sorrows that comes with the experiences. It's about the fruitful search for happiness &amp;amp; finding the ultimate one that could give us that. Life is about learning to love &amp;amp; to be loved in return. It's all about the beliefs &amp;amp; faith that we hold on dearly to, &amp;amp; it's all about the things that we live for to see when the next morning comes. Lastly, life is a journey, a complicated process, when the end product is about discovering the best in each &amp;amp; every one of us. &lt;em&gt;All of us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; that, was my reply :)&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/543737692402974021-4016258630181584289?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/4016258630181584289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-as-we-know-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4016258630181584289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4016258630181584289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='Life As We Know It.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMpGgRScVkI/AAAAAAAAA8I/T_A-YNpif2U/s72-c/tumblr_law6be94T91qaobbko1_500%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1743773334851290144</id><published>2010-10-28T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T04:15:40.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physically Worn Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMlURWVgyXI/AAAAAAAAA7o/WxadhxV0c9g/s1600/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533046274231683442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMlURWVgyXI/AAAAAAAAA7o/WxadhxV0c9g/s400/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hey Readers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some pictures for you since it has been sucha long time since I've blogged like this :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This few days were rather predictable - School, followed by training, reaching home @ 8, &amp;amp; collapsing on the bed at latest, 9 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I look better man! With these early nights every day, (Blush)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533048102117225282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMlV7vvYs0I/AAAAAAAAA7w/2A6MVMAVIAQ/s400/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Training is getting tougher by the day. Like it or not, we've no choice. It all boils down to our perseverance. It's all about the mind, not the body. It's all about the glory, not the pain. Okie, I'm getting way too serious now, stop :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To all my dearest softballers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know that training is getting tougher &amp;amp; everytime, some of you might dread coming for trainings whenever you think of the physical trainings (5 sets, 20 rounds) etc. You feel that skipping softball is the best choice, so that you don't have to suffer the week ahead with bruises, aches, and "immobility". But I just want to say, that so far, all of you are doing fine. And juniors, I can't say of how proud I am of you guys. Those determination to carry on even though you've reached your limit, I'm all praise for you :) Keep up the good work &amp;amp; have a good rest everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533051232077754722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMlYx7wIMWI/AAAAAAAAA74/cCKcbq7Jjw4/s400/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got back my results today , :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8 As (English, Maths, Science, History, Geography, Literature, Home Economics, Dnt), 1 B (Higher Mother Tongue) &amp;amp; 1 C (ART) :(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't like Art, :( Make my report book so ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh! &amp;amp; Mrs Tan, "She play too much, too much, just too much!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Panics-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Of softball"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gave the, "Mrs Tan, can I shoot you?" face, hahaha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533052686707978754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMlaGmq_8gI/AAAAAAAAA8A/N00kjEtsw3A/s400/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sometimes doubt myself. I don't know if I can give good advices &amp;amp; if they really help. It's not that I don't want to reply to those SOS texts, it's just that I need time to think through all the possible options. I admit, I get tired occasionally. Because, I'm always there, but who is for me? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-1743773334851290144?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1743773334851290144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/physically-worn-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1743773334851290144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1743773334851290144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/physically-worn-out.html' title='Physically Worn Out'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TMlURWVgyXI/AAAAAAAAA7o/WxadhxV0c9g/s72-c/DSC00545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3528186729786099165</id><published>2010-10-24T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T06:33:31.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry to the reader that requested for that blog post. I was too caught up doing/finishing some of my stuffs that I totally neglected this blog of mine, apologies? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Are you a + or - person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, since I put + first, I must say that I'm a rather positive person. I'm the type of person that tend to see a cup as half filled rather than half empty. I panic in tough situations, but I don't give in &amp;amp; complain, because I believe that by whining &amp;amp; lamenting, things aren't going to be better. So instead, I count on myself, I seek help from others, &amp;amp; hold on to the faith that things would look better eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have this belief that one would be happier and be able to live life to the fullest if he/she learnt to take life easy &amp;amp; optimistically. What's the point of crying over something that you could never have? On the other hand, why not take that time to strive &amp;amp; work hard towards the thing that you want;the thing that you seek for, so that one day, it'll be yours. Time is precious. Our life would definitely not be well-lived if all that we'll capable of is cursing at people who we think it's the cause of our downfall;Scolding parents for giving birth to us;Swearing to God, &amp;amp; asking him why were we ever created. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Isn't that pointless? But you may argue with me, saying that life's never smooth-sailing, &amp;amp; sometimes, I agree. It's hard to always look on the brighter side of things. &amp;amp; I sometimes, fail myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have expectations. High ones in fact. &amp;amp; at times, when I fail to meet them, it's as though the world came crashing down at my feet. It's like all my efforts were drained down the drain, into the big sea, where I know, are wasted. &amp;amp; just so you know, these are times when my blanket never fails to get damped, when I wake up the next morning with swollen eyes, when I feel that life's a dread. But! I get over these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I realised that some expectations were meant to get met, &amp;amp; some just aren't meant to be. I can't expect the same of everyone. I must accept the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; different, in their very ways. I can't expect them to enjoy talking to me as much as I do. I can't expect them to love their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; as much as I do. I can't expect teachers to mark my test papers as leniently as I wish they would. I can't expect people to care so much for me, just because I do. I can't expect everyone to have the same style of loving as I have. If everyone was the same, where's the interesting part of life? So, for this, I must confess. Sorry, I'm not a 24/7 smiling girl. But I've learnt a few lessons in the midst of these. However, that's side-tracking already, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Being overly optimistic isn't very ideal actually. Sometimes, we must have a little tinge on\f sadness &amp;amp; misery in our lives, in order to make us understand the meaning of hardship, perseverance, and the importance of cherishing all those around us :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But all in all, I must say, that I'm more of the positive person, than a negative one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; to all of you, I hope you are too. Because remember, life is unpredictable, we don't have any second-chances, so just &lt;em&gt;smile, laugh, love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-3528186729786099165?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3528186729786099165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/paranoid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3528186729786099165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3528186729786099165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-6102461734583053912</id><published>2010-10-17T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T06:07:16.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messenger</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To the "Reader" that tagged on my tagboard regarding your request, I'll blog about it tomorrow or the day after :) Thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I just realised that I'm blogging ever so often nowadays! Oh well, I guess it's just a space for me to "vocalise" myself. No? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss softball so much, so much till I'm getting a little emotional over it, (though we still owe Hoong Honng 20 rounds around the school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I want to do during the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Train very hard for softball!&lt;br /&gt;Go Sentosa with my brother(s) to play&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Night Safari with M &amp;amp; YW!&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover @ M's!&lt;br /&gt;Go on a food spree&lt;br /&gt;with people.&lt;br /&gt;Do a DIY something.&lt;br /&gt;Study &amp;amp; read at least 3 books!&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;on a cammy spree :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm currently reading "House Rules" by Jodi Picoult, &amp;amp; it's highly&lt;br /&gt;recommanded! I'm a person that likes sad stories, ones that talk about life.&lt;br /&gt;The ones that depict life like it should be - Unexpected. That's prolly one&lt;br /&gt;of the main reasons why I love Jodi Picoult's books! So enriching :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe that's why I love blogging &lt;em&gt;about&lt;/em&gt; life so much, rather than blogging about &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; life, hoho, maybe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've read almost all of her books &amp;amp; they are fantastic. She's a brillant writer to me! &amp;amp; no, she didn't pay me to advertise her &amp;amp; her books okay :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if you're the type that likes happy endings, &amp;amp; pages that keep you smiling all day long, then her books' ain't suitable for you. Hehe, unless you're a sadist, like me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, have I mentioned that I love people who smile?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please please please please please please help me out of this tomorrow deary :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-6102461734583053912?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/6102461734583053912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/messenger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6102461734583053912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6102461734583053912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/messenger.html' title='Messenger'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-406489753145839705</id><published>2010-10-16T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T08:28:08.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think this world's a very competitive place. Everyone's trying to be at the top, at the top of the pack, that they never stop to look behind &amp;amp; see if anyone else needs a helping hand. They just continue running &amp;amp; running, &lt;em&gt;all by themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The brainys won't let you have their notes. The smart won't share studying tips with you. The sports ones don't agree on going for extra trainings with you. The rich won't lend a little. The ones who are loved never gives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's the world that we live in today - &lt;em&gt;Selfish, ignorant, insensitive, cold, merciless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But living in this Earth would make us one of those people too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Saying is easy, but to actually make a change, that's hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Slow life down, I'm not catching up fast enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-406489753145839705?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/406489753145839705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/406489753145839705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/406489753145839705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-6093591390358751886</id><published>2010-10-15T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T06:34:48.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLhX6mYjaLI/AAAAAAAAA7M/acl00xmluWo/s1600/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528265206844844210" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLhTaQ9DDII/AAAAAAAAA60/ZnRz-T3Dus4/s400/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLhR-dOYTCI/AAAAAAAAA6s/4EjxPc47sFI/s1600/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528258676035963938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLhR-dOYTCI/AAAAAAAAA6s/4EjxPc47sFI/s400/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLhOD1SkWPI/AAAAAAAAA6k/CMknKTPIYWw/s1600/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528254370348816626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLhOD1SkWPI/AAAAAAAAA6k/CMknKTPIYWw/s400/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm too tired today to blog about a specific topic. &amp;amp; readers, if you guys have any suggestions on the various topics that you would like me to blog about, do tag on my tagboard, all requests (If there's any), would be entertained :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Exam's over, like finally! I think EOY was okay, rather manageable. I really hope my efforts would pay off, &amp;amp; then I'll most probably be the happiest girl on Earth :) However, Mr Quek &amp;amp; Mdm Chua said that a lot of students failed History &amp;amp; Literature respectively, &amp;amp; I hope it's not me. I pray with my fingers cross :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Although exam is over, I feel rather empty inside. It's like when there was exams &amp;amp; stress &amp;amp; whatever not, I felt more motivated. I have a goal, &amp;amp; when I get home, I have something to work towards to. Now, my routine is so sickening, not productive at all :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today, as seen in the pictures, I went to Sentosa to celebrate my dear Sabita's birthday :) As usual, I had lots of fun with my favourite girls yeahhh :) I'm rather lazy to eleborate on what we did, &amp;amp; nor do I want to bore you readers with something that doesn't relate to you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm gona cuddle in my quilt soon &amp;amp; "indulge" myself in a good book which I just purchased this evening :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Call me lifeless. Call me idiotic. Call me a nerd. &lt;strong&gt;I love reading, so there :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hey dumb, don't be so negative! I agree that results are important, I agree that sometimes, messing up exams may be irritating, demoralizing. But! There's always a next year, there's always another EOY, right :) I'm not used to the you now. A text without a smiley means something's terribly wrong with you! Next year's the most important year for you. Take any chance, seize every opportunity to do well, to prove yourself to everyone :) Byebye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't ever think of death. You have worth in this world. You'll never know who appreciates you, &amp;amp; who you've touched deeply. Everyone needs love, &amp;amp; you are loved. Death's probably, or I should say, IS the worst choice ever. Don't you feel tired being like that everyday? Don't you want happiness? Don't you? Then strive for that, you'll get what you deserve :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cheer up everyone! I sound like Aunt Agony, but I don't mind :) I love making people happy! It makes me too :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Know that everyone of us is special, in our own tiny weeny ways :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/543737692402974021-6093591390358751886?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/6093591390358751886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6093591390358751886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6093591390358751886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-finally.html' title='Like Finally'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLhX6mYjaLI/AAAAAAAAA7M/acl00xmluWo/s72-c/DSC00723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3947024547394635765</id><published>2010-10-14T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T05:28:07.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Of Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLbxm2MuD6I/AAAAAAAAA6c/SAGz_zgSwbg/s1600/DSC00703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527871242330050466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLbxm2MuD6I/AAAAAAAAA6c/SAGz_zgSwbg/s400/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLbxjEjuW5I/AAAAAAAAA6U/gNf89FEsCio/s1600/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527871177465158546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLbxjEjuW5I/AAAAAAAAA6U/gNf89FEsCio/s400/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Growing up is part of maturing;Growing up is about the experience;Growing up is about the lessons that they could teach you;Growing up makes you realise that perhaps, life isn't that beautiful after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When you're young, being rejected means not being fast enough to join the game of catch. Now, being rejected means going home crying yourself to sleep every night, &amp;amp; wondering if tomorrow would ever be any better. It used to be crying over broken barbie dolls &amp;amp; headless soldiers, now it's all about crying over the ones that hurt us, the ones that betrayed, the ones that didn't cherish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was so easy to say "I love you" then, because all you had to do was to sing along Barney's theme song. These 3 words are now, probably the hardest words to comprehend in the dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fairytales&lt;/span&gt; used to be in all of us. We used to believe that Fairy Godmother exists &amp;amp; we all aspired to be Cinderella. As for now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fairytales&lt;/span&gt; are nothing but a book on the shelf &amp;amp; forever means nothing more than broken promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sweets used to work. Now even hugs &amp;amp; kisses don't. Quarrels with parents meant not getting the dinner you wanted. Now it means leaving the house &amp;amp; never coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When we were young, all of us had second chances. When we didn't like our moves, we rewind &amp;amp; we're always forgiven. Don't even think about second chances now. Nobody waits for you to amend your wrong. Nobody bothers to correct you. Nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Going to school was a joy. With classmates talking about last night's cartoon, with teachers praising us for the slightest thing we do, &amp;amp; with buses &amp;amp; cars waiting for us right up to the main gate. School is a chore now. It's probably a situation where we feel like drowning, even when there's no water. People we love dearly suddenly turns around, stabbing us in the back, &amp;amp; there we are, helpless. Teachers don't understand, &amp;amp; parents don't ask anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We used to be so excited over every little thing. We fantasied about unicorns &amp;amp; princesses. Now, we couldn't even be bothered to play the playground, sit the swing, sing the songs, climb the trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then, we couldn't be more than happy having a drumstick for dinner. Right, like that's even enough now. We want money, we want fame, we want popularity, we want attention, we want love. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nothing's&lt;/span&gt; ever enough. The world today had shaped us into people that we couldn't even recognise ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Goodbyes used to last for only a day. Who knew that now, goodbyes signal the loss of another hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; to think, &lt;em&gt;we all wanted to grow up.&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/543737692402974021-3947024547394635765?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3947024547394635765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/part-of-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3947024547394635765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3947024547394635765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/part-of-growing-up.html' title='Part Of Growing Up'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLbxm2MuD6I/AAAAAAAAA6c/SAGz_zgSwbg/s72-c/DSC00703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-4818620429437980604</id><published>2010-10-10T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:32:00.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLGDcVigsSI/AAAAAAAAA6M/tUFh9sY0uY4/s1600/844fe0c3d5b925e4[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526342740601778466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLGDcVigsSI/AAAAAAAAA6M/tUFh9sY0uY4/s400/844fe0c3d5b925e4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As all of you would have known by now, the Mother of Singapore, Mdm Kua Geok Choo passed away, leaving her husband, MM Lee Kuan Yew devastated. I was spending my Sunday morning reading through past days' newspaper-Articles that talked fondly of Mdm Kua;Articles that spoke of her love;Articles that proved her to be as wonderful as she was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first, her passing meant little to me. Partly because she was no significant figure to me, &amp;amp; partly before I did not know her personally, to actually break down in tears when the news came. But later however, my heart felt a little heavy &amp;amp; it gradually turned so heavy, that I did tear, well, a little. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flipping through the newspaper, I read every single article on her. "&lt;em&gt;She was a loving wife, mother &amp;amp; grandmother". &lt;/em&gt;That was often said of her. How easy it is to be the wife of a political figure, how easy it is to raise 3 children to be who they are today, 1 a Prime Minister, 1 a successful brain surgeon &amp;amp; 1 a well off businessman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mdm Kua truly touched me, be it through her selfless love for all those around her, or how she still loved reading at her age, or even how she quietly contributed to Singapore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MM Lee had said before, &lt;em&gt;"Her life was well-lived". &lt;/em&gt;I really agree on that. Mdm Kua was a significant figure, to all those that were acquainted with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When her husband &amp;amp; her children &amp;amp; 2 of her grandchildren gave their eulogy at her wake, I was touched. It was like I look up to Mdm Kua as my role model, someone whom I wish I'll grow up to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was humble, she was never proud, she never differentiated herself as someone of a higher social status. She taught her children to treat everyone equally &amp;amp; that they were not to be rude or impolite to anyone, including their maids. Her children did not play with expensive toys. Her children did not go to the best kindergarden. She was the type of mother that all children would wish for. She is Mdm Kua. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her love. Her contributions. Her understanding. Her patience. Her worthiness. They will definitely be passed on form generations to generations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was once someone whom I took little notice on. Now, she is someone whom I greatly admire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-4818620429437980604?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/4818620429437980604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4818620429437980604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4818620429437980604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TLGDcVigsSI/AAAAAAAAA6M/tUFh9sY0uY4/s72-c/844fe0c3d5b925e4%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-8800240291181594369</id><published>2010-10-10T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:51:54.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Is Your Name</title><content type='html'>I do not know where to start. I just want to say that I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bbf&lt;/span&gt; so much :')  I was facing some rough patches this month &amp;amp; the last &amp;amp; those that know me personally would know why. I'm not going to reveal it here, but I just want to thank my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bbf&lt;/span&gt; for everything that he has done for me this whole while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy best friend is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; different from a boyfriend. I'm not saying that boyfriends in this world is useless, but just that, the love each one gives, is different. &lt;em&gt;Entirely &lt;/em&gt;different. There are some things that you tell your boyfriend about, &amp;amp; some things that you just don't. For a guy best friend, you pour out everything to him, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always mistaken as my boyfriend, (not that I have one though).  Whenever people see me, they will ask me where is he. Whenever I say that I'll be heading out for study sessions, they'll always ask if he was going too. You know what I mean? There's just this connection between me &amp;amp; him, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unexplainable&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that we'll together, but &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; in the couple boyfriend-girlfriend way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows things that nobody else knows. He listens to me like nobody else does. He motivates me in ways that I think he don't even realise. He's just like the guy at the finish line-Someone who never fails to tell me to press on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was sick, I got texts asking me to "get well soon". I got a friend who gave me my homework all the way from his house. But what I got from him, was his help to help me buy porridge, which I flatly declined though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody would suddenly tell me that I mean a lot to him/her, but he did. Just a simple text form him, telling me how much I meant to him, made me feel like the most blessed girl on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Coach passed away earlier this year, I was unable to sleep at night. He assured me that he'll be there for me, even if it means giving up his sleep. It wasn't just words &amp;amp; no actions on his part. It was already close to midnight, (Not very late for you "owl" people, but it is to me), &amp;amp; he was still up talking to me, even though there was school the next day. He said that that was nothing at all, but to me, it was probably everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our fun times too. Be it teasing him about girls, or debating over nonsensical issues like whether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fishballs&lt;/span&gt; or meatballs are better, I treasured every moment. I've had too many people entering &amp;amp; leaving my life, to know that I had better cherish those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a guy better in his studies, he would always try to help me, though he puts me off by talking in Chinese! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! Although he may not be able to help me in every aspects, I still appreciate his help, because explaining to me is really an onerous task, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's many more personal stuffs that he had done for me &amp;amp; I guess that's just for me to keep in my heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me happy. I thank God for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You. &lt;/em&gt;You might be reading this, &amp;amp;  just want to say "Thank You", though I guess you've heard enough of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The times we shared. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-8800240291181594369?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/8800240291181594369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/blessed-is-your-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8800240291181594369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8800240291181594369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/blessed-is-your-name.html' title='Blessed Is Your Name'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-7521670931564999443</id><published>2010-10-03T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T05:03:58.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What happened in the end, I rather not know. Your time is up. Your part in my life had already been played. Thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Appearance VS Reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Literature makes me understand such things, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are shaking. I'm sweating. I need a hug. I've no appetite. I've lost all faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear October, please be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-7521670931564999443?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/7521670931564999443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7521670931564999443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7521670931564999443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-end.html' title='In The End'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2212411218778455134</id><published>2010-09-25T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T06:19:19.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here It Goes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJ3ucLPM8oI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wA81JMlkx1U/s1600/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520830886046397058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJ3ucLPM8oI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wA81JMlkx1U/s400/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People think they know me. People think that they understand me. People think that I'm a girl that doesn't seem to be plagued by any sadness or sorrow. People think that I face life happily &amp;amp; optimistically everyday. But you know, the fact is they don't understand nor will they ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've said before, "I cherish the belief that when life, lived to inspire happiness in others, is meaningful." But, humans are selfish people even though they try to deny so hard that they ain't. The truth is everyone of us is. When we see others beating us to things, those "Well-done" might actually mean "I wish I was better than you." You know what I mean? God created us in this way, so that we are, you could say, &lt;em&gt;perfectly imperfect. &lt;/em&gt;Nah, there's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with wanting to be better, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inferiority. &lt;/em&gt;I experience that everyday. I'm not a guy's dream type of girl. I don't get top grades &amp;amp; I'm not the teacher's pet. I'm far from those stunning girls that people can't take their eyes off. I'm not loaded with money &amp;amp; neither am I popular. I'm not artistic nor am I cultured. I'm nowhere near gentle. Not even close to that. I'm not the best sports player. You see? I'm just Jenna, I'm just me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To admit, I long to be the type of girl that I've mentioned above. I would love to be loved. Then again, who doesn't want to be perfect? But as time passes &amp;amp; thinking gets more matured, I realised that that's not real happiness. Sometimes, you try so hard to be someone that you actually lose the real you. Let me emphasize. There's NOTHING wrong with being YOU. There's nothing wrong with being fat. There's nothing wrong with being a glutton. There's nothing wrong with cuddling your soft toys to sleep every night. There's nothing wrong with going to the mall with your hair tousled, with your shirts untucked &amp;amp; with skirts that could practically be used to sweep the floor. Hey, that's you :) &amp;amp; I say, that's life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, there'll be girls better than you, obviously. There would be girls leaving you for them, for the fame, the popularity. There would be boys leaving you for them, for the "Woah, she's your girl? She's hot." But then, that's the time when reality would smack itself right into your face. 2 words. "I'm me." Really, people must learn to accept. Don't ever try to change yourself because of all these. Of course, change yourself for the better :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Being you, being happy, hey, that's the real beauty :) You get what I'm saying? Why be so common when you could just stand out? Everyone's special. Yes, that includes the ugliest girl on Earth. &amp;amp; that would make people like me, love you more :) Have the courage. Because &lt;em&gt;life shrinks or expand in proportion to one's courage &lt;/em&gt;:) Do not live for others, because no one can bring you peace but you yourself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If no one else loves you, remember that I would &amp;amp; I do. Because sometimes, I might be that girl crying in a corner for some love, some attention. &lt;em&gt;This is something nobody knows. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jenna, you gave so much advice. Please, follow them. Because you're beautiful. &lt;em&gt;Oh yes, I am.&lt;/em&gt;&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/543737692402974021-2212411218778455134?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2212411218778455134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-it-goes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2212411218778455134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2212411218778455134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-it-goes-again.html' title='Here It Goes Again'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJ3ucLPM8oI/AAAAAAAAA6E/wA81JMlkx1U/s72-c/DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3998638822113864868</id><published>2010-09-23T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:13:04.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJtchtb1KPI/AAAAAAAAA58/FRqbHlJ_-uw/s1600/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520107502474438898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJtchtb1KPI/AAAAAAAAA58/FRqbHlJ_-uw/s400/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJtb1OpXtpI/AAAAAAAAA50/Hm-NUsf0gjs/s1600/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520106738295486098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJtb1OpXtpI/AAAAAAAAA50/Hm-NUsf0gjs/s400/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJtYuhntOHI/AAAAAAAAA5s/7y_QSxZaNg8/s1600/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520103324594813042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJtYuhntOHI/AAAAAAAAA5s/7y_QSxZaNg8/s400/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJtX6K3pSlI/AAAAAAAAA5k/aj2VDppcpj0/s1600/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520102425134451282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJtX6K3pSlI/AAAAAAAAA5k/aj2VDppcpj0/s400/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello! Okie dokie, I studied the whole morning today &amp;amp; man am I tired :( HAHA, Jun Xiong said that "okie dokie" sounds like I want to act cute. Pfft, I thought I am anyway :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't want to go to school! I want to stay at home &amp;amp; mug all day &amp;amp; night &amp;amp; be sucha lifeless kiddo. KEKE, rock on :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, since I have time on my hand, I shall give you readers an &lt;em&gt;insight &lt;/em&gt;of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;I think that I'm leading a rather happy life for now. You know, how can I not stay happy when there's so many wonderful friends around me (Like the people you see above), &amp;amp; many more whose photos I'm lazy to dig out :) They could detect whenever I'm sad &amp;amp; talk to me all through the night! When I'm sad, they would make me breakfast, give in to whatever I ask for &amp;amp; tell me that they love me! Awwww :) ♥ I may not be such a fantastic friend in return I know, but I'm trying to love others like how God have loved me! So don't be suprised if I popped you an appreciation card or make you breakfast! HEHE, the breakfast part would never happen cause I won't be able to resist it :) Thanks beloved(s)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm like currently missing softball a lot :( I miss the times under the sun when I would sweat like drip-drop. I miss the times I crapped with my seniors! (Cheryl, I know you're so gona read this &amp;amp; all go ego again) But really, I miss all of you! I miss bullying my juniors &amp;amp; teasing them. I miss Hoong Hoong &amp;amp; all his cold &amp;amp; "Oh my goodness, that's so lame" jokes! I miss all my Sec 2 team mates! Oh wellz, to sum it all up, I miss softball ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Studies have been pretty alright I guess. I get very stressed up sometimes but dear(s) would never fail to relieve my stress! Be it crapping with me till I go high high high! Or even talking big logics to me, HMM! I really hope my efforts would pay off yeah :) Good luck readers for your exams too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Man, I hate it when people ask me something. I reply back, "Yes?" &amp;amp; they say "Nvm". Look, it really puts me off you know. Yeah, someone just did that. Totally spoiled my night. But never mind, I shouldn't get angry over such stuffs, :) School tomorrow. Go...or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I want to thank &lt;em&gt;Yan Chuan, Elward &amp;amp; Leon &lt;/em&gt;for all their support these few days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Till then!&lt;/span&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/543737692402974021-3998638822113864868?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3998638822113864868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3998638822113864868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3998638822113864868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-do.html' title='Please Do.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJtchtb1KPI/AAAAAAAAA58/FRqbHlJ_-uw/s72-c/DSC00472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-7280128969810568518</id><published>2010-09-21T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T08:31:33.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJjNMlX4K5I/AAAAAAAAA5c/-hMbukJmhA8/s1600/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519386959416929170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJjNMlX4K5I/AAAAAAAAA5c/-hMbukJmhA8/s400/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This picture so depicts my mood. Tired. Stress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Please don't expect me to reply texts so fast when I'm studying. Please understand &amp;amp; don't spam my phone. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I feel so bad for pushing back all my dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll make it up for you dears after exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With much love :)&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/543737692402974021-7280128969810568518?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/7280128969810568518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7280128969810568518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7280128969810568518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-only.html' title='If only.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TJjNMlX4K5I/AAAAAAAAA5c/-hMbukJmhA8/s72-c/DSC00357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1147411424335928709</id><published>2010-09-12T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T06:15:51.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I know I've neglected my blog for like very berry merry long :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Busy + Laziness = The worse combination ever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My September holiday wasn't even focused on studying for the EOYs! Man am I stressed :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Softball Carnival @ Monfort for the 2 days were aweeeeeeesome :) Though my team didn't get to play with the Monfort guys team, it was still rather productive though :) Hoped the Sec 1s had gained more experience through this event :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; as I was playing softball, my mind drifted back to &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;again. It has been close to half a year since you left us. The same us that would cry whenever someone mentions about &lt;strong&gt;you. &lt;/strong&gt;It might seem like we've already moved on &amp;amp; had already forgotten about &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. But no matter how much we try to look otherwise, we have not. Not at all. How easy it is to forget someone that has been a part of their lives for the past 1-2 &amp;amp; a half years. How easy it is to forget someone that has been your motivation for the sport you love so much. How easy? It's not, it will never be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Although we have Hoong Hoong, although it has already been 6 months &amp;amp; we're supposedly strong enough to let go, I still have to say that &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;were a coach that I'll never ever forget. Nobody else would buy us breakfast early in the morning when we have 7am trainings. Nobody would shower so much love &amp;amp; concern for their players. Nobody could ever be that grandfather in you. Nobody was so strong to hide about his health conditions from his players. No one, but &lt;strong&gt;you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coach&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;do not worry up there. You would always be remembered in the hearts of every Whackers player. We would never forget you as the coach that sparked our love for softball within us. We will train hard. We would not let you down. &amp;amp; lastly, we love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know, it's really a torture to love something/someone which death could touch. It hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love you.&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/543737692402974021-1147411424335928709?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1147411424335928709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/09/expectations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1147411424335928709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1147411424335928709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/09/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-8334716327463312799</id><published>2010-08-29T03:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T06:14:51.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THo4kOFaN8I/AAAAAAAAA4E/oLXfQ9LjBVw/s1600/DSC05179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510779288948455362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THo4kOFaN8I/AAAAAAAAA4E/oLXfQ9LjBVw/s400/DSC05179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THo3Y7sbLuI/AAAAAAAAA28/In2_CDUuqKA/s1600/41253_1448365243476_1063550636_31417320_778871_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510777995521634018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THo3Y7sbLuI/AAAAAAAAA28/In2_CDUuqKA/s400/41253_1448365243476_1063550636_31417320_778871_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THo3ZibGjBI/AAAAAAAAA3M/v3d3jciIvDg/s1600/46360_1448364883467_1063550636_31417316_6315290_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510778005917961234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THo3ZibGjBI/AAAAAAAAA3M/v3d3jciIvDg/s400/46360_1448364883467_1063550636_31417316_6315290_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510778000658625826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THo3ZO1LdSI/AAAAAAAAA3E/mkOXKg_E1SY/s400/44427_1448365043471_1063550636_31417318_4189020_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510810798993547442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THpVOWJloLI/AAAAAAAAA40/1nyuDaDN5GM/s400/46553_442150094280_711884280_4591636_186824_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510812045813860578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THpWW66tyOI/AAAAAAAAA48/sq_fqm8CB_4/s400/46553_442150084280_711884280_4591634_6305535_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510812438161820338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THpWtwhwirI/AAAAAAAAA5E/TsOErMiuoGg/s400/46553_442150074280_711884280_4591632_6529945_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510813407120027762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THpXmKLZcHI/AAAAAAAAA5M/z8tCa7XLgAU/s400/46553_442150064280_711884280_4591630_3146613_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pictures taken during ROD last Friday, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was rather enjoyable &amp;amp; entertaining, HAHA. Softballers in dresses &amp;amp; volleyballers in suits. What could be more exciting, HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More pictures would be uploaded soon kk, wait for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YOG's closing ceremony with Mama was nice &amp;amp; both of us were getting high for nuts. Screamed whenever I saw Ukaraine atheletes, &amp;amp; I swear, people were on the verge of killing me, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School's pretty okay, results likewise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;English - 80 (A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese - 54 (C6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maths - 79 (A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Science - 80 (A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geography - 77 (A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;History - 90 (A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Literature - 90 (A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DNT - 71 (A2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Art - 52 (C6)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know my Art and Chinese's pathetic! Hey come on, I'm Jenna :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So just you guys know, I'm fine now &amp;amp; just forget about my previous post, hehe! Maybe I'll write a letter personally to my dearest(s) one day huh, :) Wait for it yet again! HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mooncake festival's coming &amp;amp; I wana eat mooncakes under the full moon! Can someone kindly tell me when is it pretty please? (English dates please :D) I want to go on a mooncake spree soon yeah! So fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;National rally speech now. I have to admit it. The speech's impressive man! Really, it does make a lot of sense and President Lee Hsien Loong is (Y). I'm so proud of he being a Singapore leader. Very nice speech, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Softball's gona stop for the End-Of-Year exams. WHY :( I think I'll continue to train when I have extra free time, hehe! Provided Mama gives the green light, which I think I'll be able to bribe her to :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, enough about my nonsensical stuffs! I need to get some motivation to study &amp;amp; who wants to go on a study date with me? All are welcomed, HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's like I got so many activities coming up that my head's whirling round &amp;amp; round &amp;amp; round. Baka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love baking! Yayy-eeee-wee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See you all soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You got issues. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/543737692402974021-8334716327463312799?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/8334716327463312799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/08/paranoid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8334716327463312799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8334716327463312799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/08/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THo4kOFaN8I/AAAAAAAAA4E/oLXfQ9LjBVw/s72-c/DSC05179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-7134470055326740532</id><published>2010-08-22T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T07:15:54.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Forgot</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508224673197338258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THElKAz4LpI/AAAAAAAAA00/0PF713NZDdU/s400/DSC04985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sorry that I've not been blogging so often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508225197327233490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THElohWLsdI/AAAAAAAAA08/ys7Lu1piZGY/s400/DSC04991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might stop blogging. I just thought about it the other day &amp;amp; felt that it was prolly better if I just pen my thoughts down in my notebook instead of expressing it here. So oh wellz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508226474037160258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THEmy1djKUI/AAAAAAAAA1E/dIn6yOGrKZQ/s400/DSC05142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I don't know. Everyone around me is feeling down these few days. What could I say? What could I do? Absolutely &lt;em&gt;nothing. &lt;/em&gt;Those "I'm fine". Those "It's okay". Those "I'm alright". Those lies. No matter how hard you try, if people don't feel comfortable opening up to you, there's no way you could ever make them talk. There's no way you could ever make them feel better. There's no way you could stop their tears. If you're not fated to put a smile on someone's face, then so be it. &lt;strong&gt;That's life.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times, when you just want to cry out loud, when you want to hug someone so tightly, when you want to just close your eyes &amp;amp; forget everything. You just want everything to be put to a halt. You want the world to stop spinning for a moment, long enough for us to get back on our feet. All that we wish for - Tell me, what actually comes true? None. Then again, &lt;strong&gt;that's life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508231594030714658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THErc27IzyI/AAAAAAAAA1U/TD8X51aWIN8/s400/DSC05123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; just when you thought that everything's over, that life has nothing worth us living for, suddenly comes this person. Be it your boyfriend/girlfriend/relative or even your &lt;em&gt;best friend. &lt;/em&gt;This person seems like a gift from God. It's a present that we can't afford to lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This someone would never fail to put a smile on your face. This someone will love you so much that somehow, you feel that you're in your dreams. But then in this case, reality is so much more beautiful isn't it? Something would just spark within you &amp;amp; this realisation hit you, "Why had I feel so miserable before? Why had I feel so inconsolable before? There's no reason for sorrow now, I found strength. Strength in him/her." You skip around, you sing, you dance, you can practically be yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know they say, "One's &lt;em&gt;best friend &lt;/em&gt;is of a different sex." I agree. Oh yes, I do. &amp;amp; I say, &lt;strong&gt;that's life. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508234211215264322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THEt1MsjykI/AAAAAAAAA1c/NBSU80iJVGs/s400/DSC04982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You thought that everything's perfect. &amp;amp; then, you were proven wrong. The person that you care so much for, the person that gave you motivation, the same person that makes your morning and helps you sleep at night, is gone. Gone just like the zephyr that caressed our faces. Gone as fast as how tears flow. You feel the anger burning inside you. Later, you understand. It's not anger, it's hurt. Your heart beats louder &amp;amp; louder, and before you know it, a flood of tears come pouring down your face. Reality does not stop to think if you like it or not. You're left in the dark;all by yourself. People come &amp;amp; go. &lt;em&gt;Best friends &lt;/em&gt;turn to strangers. What could I say? &lt;strong&gt;That's life.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508236599138920274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THEwAMZ7J1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/haMcww86G5I/s400/DSC04984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best friends. &lt;/em&gt;Are we still? Can we continue laughing till our sides ache again? Can we still tease each other like there was no tomorrow? Will your eyes still light up whenever we meet? Somehow, I've no more faith left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember. I'm trained to put a facade. I have a semblance of almost every emotions. I was me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I'm alright, :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-7134470055326740532?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/7134470055326740532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-you-forgot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7134470055326740532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7134470055326740532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-you-forgot.html' title='When You Forgot'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/THElKAz4LpI/AAAAAAAAA00/0PF713NZDdU/s72-c/DSC04985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-8727068546378648574</id><published>2010-08-13T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:43:34.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TGYYq1pRnQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/3X-cpUOHgOw/s1600/40274_424078207508_693892508_4662701_6223676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TGYYq1pRnQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/3X-cpUOHgOw/s400/40274_424078207508_693892508_4662701_6223676_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505114718740782338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faith 2-2'10!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right, I was supposed to blog yesterday but I got carried away doing some other stuffs, hehe! Oh, talking about stuffs! I still have an art assignment to complete, :( Onerous task!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway, if you're wondering why am I blogging when I'm supposed to be studying, COMMON TESTS' OVAAA! Okie, it's not really a big deal, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tests were pretty alright, but I think I would have done better if given more time to check through. Time was pretty tight especially for the Humanities papers. But I shouldn't start complaining as results are still not out yet (Except for Maths &amp;amp; HMT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maths wasn't expected. I expected worse, HAHA. Quite satisfied with my results, 79/100 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To people that didn't well,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't brood over it anymore! As the saying goes, "Don't cry over spilled milk!" Instead, learn from your mistakes &amp;amp; prove yourself during the Final Year Exams, :) God bless you &amp;amp; study hard! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HMT, I prefer not to talk about it. Chinese just ain't my thing, :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHA, I received texts from various people asking me to cheer up &amp;amp; said that being emo is never my thing, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AWWWW, SWEET :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway, I was at Eastpoint Mall some days back &amp;amp; was bird watching people. Came across many interesting people, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw a mother holding the hands of her down syndrome child. I saw her smile, I saw how blessed the child looked. I saw what people call "Motherly love". I inevitably smiled. Something sparked within me. I can't explain this, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw mothers scolding their children for running around the mall, for screaming, for shouting &amp;amp; for being disruptive. Suddenly, I was hit by the realization that being a mother is not easy. I came to realize the hardship my mother went through trying to raise my brother &amp;amp; I up. Being a mother is not a role that anyone could take out. In my context, being a mother is God's calling &amp;amp; it's a hard role. It's ever easy. &amp;amp; that's why, I'm beginning to appreciate my parents more &amp;amp; more each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See? Just wandering around the mall could teach me life's greatest lessons. You should try it one day, :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I'm a little crazy, but sometimes, I do allow crazy thoughts to go through my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like how I wonder how different would my life be if I was not a normal kid? Would everyone still love me yet the same?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-8727068546378648574?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/8727068546378648574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8727068546378648574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8727068546378648574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TGYYq1pRnQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/3X-cpUOHgOw/s72-c/40274_424078207508_693892508_4662701_6223676_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2467773253987942006</id><published>2010-08-08T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:10:27.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Like This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TF-P0vI5ABI/AAAAAAAAA0E/mZtq6wYlk3I/s1600/38777_432377284280_711884280_4343632_4561264_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503275405839761426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TF-P0vI5ABI/AAAAAAAAA0E/mZtq6wYlk3I/s400/38777_432377284280_711884280_4343632_4561264_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm backkkkk! Wow, so many things happened these past few days, that I've absolutely no idea where to begin from! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okie, I'm gona start by thanking these people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kia Yee, Ren Jue, Yap Chuan, Shawn.T, Elward, Zameer, Cheryl.C, Cindy, Chi Yean, Aqilah, Natladda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the comforts, care &amp;amp; concern :) It's times like this that I truly learn how to appreciate :) Thank you once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Faith 2-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For being the best class one could ever wish for :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope 2-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For making my day early in the morning with your nonsense &amp;amp; for making my job so lovable :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, to God be the glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;FRIDAY, 6TH AUGUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503280906149085026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TF-U05Y0v2I/AAAAAAAAA0M/IcvxO06Vj1E/s400/40078_413519825793_590380793_4942237_802282_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's national day celebration @ GMSS! A really enjoyable day for me! I laughed, I screamed, I shouted &amp;amp; most importantly, I loved it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Faith 2-2, being our usual typical "last minute" self, began hasty preparations for the class mascots &amp;amp; dress. I must admit! Rascinah &amp;amp; Dennon looked awwwwwwwly cutie pie :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Ren Jue &amp;amp; Shawn.T for the CDs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; you know what! I think Faith 2-2's gona get sooooo featured in the annual school magazine! Muahaha, yes, we were just this outstanding :) We won the award for the best mascot &amp;amp; dress for the whole Sec 2 cohort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;! THE MOST SUPPORTIVE CLASS AWARD THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, I should just stop bragging, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should just be so happy everyday, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll smile till my jaws hurt, MUAHAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503283055452638226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TF-WyAKuTBI/AAAAAAAAA0U/pJtieQG8C4Q/s400/40078_413519830793_590380793_4942238_4555679_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;SATURDAY, 7TH AUGUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went for brunch with Cuzzies in the morning @ "SHURGS" I don't know where :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Took picturessss of foodie, but lappy died on me. So, yeah :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Walked around Bugis &amp;amp; I went off soon after for the YOG thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Excited huh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The YOG was so awesome -WAVES HAND-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a very fun time getting hyper/high/noisy/disruptive with Sabita Gurung, Joel Loh, Faith Ng, Lee Qianhui &amp;amp; Poh Chi Yean, Choo Shu Min, Tan Hui Lin. It was just soooo (Y) at that corner :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Made new found friends too, MUAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can declare that GMSS was prolly the most enthu school there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; you know what! The camera didn't even shoot us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're just too good for them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was definately a very good show, &amp;amp; the people mentioned above ^^ were getting crazy saying, "Look! Our family's money just flew again" whenever they see fireworks. SERIOUSLY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of the reasons why I just enjoy living my life!!! Who cares about those sad times, who cares about the heartbreaks, who cares about the tears. I'll throw them all awaaaaayyyy ~ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;MONDAY, 9TH AUGUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For the past 45 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've stood strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've been a home that I'll always cherish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've kept all of us safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've controlled our safety &amp;amp; security just so well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU MADE ME FAT WITH LATE NIGHT SUPPERS WITH CHICKEN RICE, WANTON MEE, CHAR SIEW FAN &amp;amp; ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But still, I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; EVERYTHING GOOD HAPPENES, BECAUSE FATHER GOD HAD PLANNED IT ALL :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeya all after I've conquered common test, :)&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/543737692402974021-2467773253987942006?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2467773253987942006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2467773253987942006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2467773253987942006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-like-this.html' title='Life Like This'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TF-P0vI5ABI/AAAAAAAAA0E/mZtq6wYlk3I/s72-c/38777_432377284280_711884280_4343632_4561264_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2320652695083887004</id><published>2010-07-31T03:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T03:35:20.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've got photos, but I'm ain't gona post them till my next post. So do stay tune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;July's a really bad month. For me at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things just went haywire &amp;amp; I didn't actually feel better crying everything out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Nobody in this world is numb. Everyone can feel pain. It's just that some are really good, when it comes to pretending. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Deleted rest of post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-2320652695083887004?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2320652695083887004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-youre-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2320652695083887004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2320652695083887004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3358374446236645681</id><published>2010-07-24T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T08:41:26.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TEr9rgc_1yI/AAAAAAAAAzk/AUDZse1JwdY/s1600/20661_268356234280_711884280_3009493_6742958_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497485219046872866" style="DISPLAY: block; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TEr8lgdpcXI/AAAAAAAAAyM/cZoDYfYMIAY/s400/11046_178078929280_711884280_2535328_1965601_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TEr8kwgAbWI/AAAAAAAAAx8/XPFOUGQnKJQ/s1600/11046_178078919280_711884280_2535326_6654124_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497484003583749474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TEr8kwgAbWI/AAAAAAAAAx8/XPFOUGQnKJQ/s400/11046_178078919280_711884280_2535326_6654124_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laugh at me all you want, after seeing pictures of me in specs. My purpose of this post, is not to whine &amp;amp; complain about how unglam I look, but instead, to express my love for my class, &lt;strong&gt;Faith 2-2. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Faith 2-2 is indescribable. Ask me which is the best class of the whole of sec 2, &amp;amp; I'll proudly say it'll be my class. Of course, I'm aware this is just my personal opinion. I know that there are other sec 2s out there, who think that their class rocks too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Of course, inevitably, there'll be inner conflicts within classmates. "I dislike so-&amp;amp;-so", "She/he is so ....", are common phrases being heard. But, a class made up of different personalities, is what makes the class special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Picture this. You're in a class of all studious people. No laughter, no chatter nor a single sound could be heard in 7 hours. How boring would that be! Or imagine being in a class with no one to control the noise level or the class's behaviour. There would be chaos, &amp;amp; that will defeat the purpose of us coming to school - to learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Faith 2-2, is nothing like what I've just mentioned in the paragraph above. We, are all different. Very different, to be precise. Yes, we've many cliques within our class, &amp;amp; every clique is different :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you hear a sudden burst of laughter within the class, you'll know for sure know that it's either Natladda/Deanna/Aqilah or maybe even me. You might say, "Hey, that's disruptive!". But really, don't you people (&amp;amp; sometimes even teachers), laugh together with us too? Eating in class -HEHE-, is our passion &amp;amp; we're always the ones that you guys approach when you need sweets/chocolates/snacks, to get by the day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who's the one that we'll all point to whenever any teacher asks, "Who's in charge of the class cleaniness?" Who always sleeps in class, &amp;amp; looks like she's meditating? Whose name do we shout whenever we need stuffs like hole puncher/scissors/glue, &amp;amp; know for sure that she has everything? Who always shows her love for her classmates very openly, regardless of where she is? Who is the one, always ready to shower us with care &amp;amp; concern, whenever we see her? Yes, you're correct. It's Rui Ling :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Felicia/Loc Yee/Nadia/Winnie/Jia Min/Meng Qing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The beauties. Whenever someone says, "Eh eh, ____ likes someone from your class leh!" Our first few guesses would surely be people in their clique :) These few people are the ones that pays full attention to lessons &amp;amp; are always so eagar and passionate about learning, especially when it comes to Maths. Girls, spot on eh :) Though we don't really communicate with them very much, but I've got to say, they're really nice, helpful, &amp;amp; maybe sometimes, nice to bully :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Li Tong/Rachel/Rasinah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My my, these people are invincible. Yes, trust me, they are :) Well, at least, studies wise. The rest of the class are very EXTREMELY afraid of making fun of them or irritating them. Maybe they could be abit ahemscaryahem :( BUT! They do have some good points! Like Rasicah, who never fails to make us all laugh hysterically :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They are the ones that makes our class complete &amp;amp; whole! From David &amp;amp; his "Naked police catch cockroach", to Wayne &amp;amp; his signature "Wa biang" face. Caleb with his descriptive writing about the "Cassava" chips. Nooriman &amp;amp; his cheery smile. Meng Qi with his WA SO SCARED gangster behaviour. Irritating me with his stare &amp;amp; cheeky smile would be Jeremy. Humaidi never fails to make me go GAGA, because he's just so kwet! Jun Xiong makes the class burst into fits of laughter whenever he talks back to our dear Mrs Tan. Molly (The octopus which Izrafel created using newspaper), looks totally cute with him I must admit! There's just sooooo much to say about the boys that I'm LOL-ing in front of my computer now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So look, don't you admit that there's so much to love about Faith 2-2? Every time I step into that wonderful classroom, I feel blessed. It's like God wanted me to experience what's true friendship &amp;amp; love all about :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe I'm the only onesthat feel this strong feeling towards my class, I don't know. All i want to say is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Faith 2-2, no matter how big or small your status is in the class, I want you all to know that I love all of you. I'm aware that there are inner conflicts within us all, but I sincerely hope that you guys would resolve it soon. We don't have much time left with each other. Less than 6 months in fact. Think of all the times we spent together, be it during PE when we would all go wild, shout, scream &amp;amp; make a heck out of noise till we got chased away by Mr lee. During lessons, where we'll munch our mouths away by feasting on snacks throughout. We laughed, we get scolded, we get praised, we get into trouble. But it's all worth it, cause we experienced bitter &amp;amp; sweet, together :) It'll be TOTALLY impossible that every single one of us would be in the same class next year. But I've ever prayed to God before, that everyone class memeber of Faith 2-2, will never forget this class. Love each other, encourage each other, &amp;amp; lastly, embrace each other :) Because you guys know what, I really love you all. &amp;amp; true friendship love, is hard to get. &amp;amp; I obtained that, from being in Faith 2-2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/543737692402974021-3358374446236645681?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3358374446236645681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/give-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3358374446236645681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3358374446236645681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/give-thanks.html' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TEr9rgc_1yI/AAAAAAAAAzk/AUDZse1JwdY/s72-c/20661_268356234280_711884280_3009493_6742958_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1565763186430825377</id><published>2010-07-18T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T06:13:03.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Gets Unlucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TELxQ_8SujI/AAAAAAAAAxs/z0Ja_DUUdNU/s1600/DSC04814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495219769689946674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TELxQ_8SujI/AAAAAAAAAxs/z0Ja_DUUdNU/s320/DSC04814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TELxRKDcvNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/tRJr7WISdR4/s1600/DSC04815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495219772404317394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TELxRKDcvNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/tRJr7WISdR4/s320/DSC04815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TELxQLYp9HI/AAAAAAAAAxk/BgxW_-NJfGY/s1600/DSC04812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495219755581830258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TELxQLYp9HI/AAAAAAAAAxk/BgxW_-NJfGY/s320/DSC04812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TELxP1I2QJI/AAAAAAAAAxc/nO71nw_-fOc/s1600/DSC04811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495219749609947282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TELxP1I2QJI/AAAAAAAAAxc/nO71nw_-fOc/s320/DSC04811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TELxPcxpn4I/AAAAAAAAAxU/xpKAU4luSiM/s1600/DSC04810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495219743070199682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TELxPcxpn4I/AAAAAAAAAxU/xpKAU4luSiM/s320/DSC04810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mamamia! I'm going to make it a point to blog once every week. So I should blog today instead of tomorrow, hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week wasn't very fantastic :( ! Firstly, I didn't go to school on Friday due to an infected open wound. Tsk, &amp;amp; I heard there's quite an amount of worksheet waiting for me! Ohwellz :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks many for the concern. -Huggggggs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I slightly sprained my foot! &amp;amp; now, it's bandaged up by some physco Chinese physican, &amp;amp; I really felt like kicking my foot against his face! It was so OHMYMAMA pain! &amp;amp; 1 more thing! I was hoping + praying that he wouldn't ever ever ever say, "Your daughter can't play sports for (Who knows how long). &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;! HE DID RIGHT AFTER I PRAYED HE DIDN'T! WHYWHYWHY :( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I almost cried, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enough about unhappy stuffs! I love -Drumrolls- MEATBALLS! Fishballs are just way too bouncy boing boing :D Don't laugh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blaze Of Glory killed me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okee dokee, I'll tell you 50 facts about me. Read it or not, up to you, really :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I love God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. I love my parents, though sometimes "Teenage parent-crisis" do occur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. I love my brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. I love my dear dear dear close close close friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. I love Monster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. I love Chocz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. I love Whackers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Okay, enough about the love stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Cats have their ways of freaking me out ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Let me eat mayo &amp;amp; I'll puke in your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Small things that people do for me can make my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. When I get hyper, I spell B-E-W-A-R-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. I sooooo prefer meat to vegetables!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. I dislike people typing LOL as lol. So ugly Imma telling you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. I'm not angry when I CAPS TALK to you, it's just my style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. I don't like it when people expect me to reply to texts IMMEDIATELY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Durians are what keep me going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. Call me crazy, but I get hungry that very often :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. I smile at everyone, tee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. I'm sociable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. Don't EVER call me when I'm in the midst of doing my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. I don't reply texts when I'm studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. I think that Spongebob is the most awesomeeeeee thing in town!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. I think that Science is pretty useless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Try not to compliment me, HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. I won't say I'm smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. I have very little logic in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. When I cry, just get me chicken rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. People say I'm a retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. &amp;amp; you know what, that's not very nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. I'm way worse :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. Art is pure dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33. No offence to people who regard Art as their life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. I get paranoid when the fridge's empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. I have high self-esteem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. I'm gona get married one day in the Eifel Tower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. I'll have as many children as the number of Spongebob items I own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38. Currently 16 &amp;amp; counting :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39. I think being an editor is cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. If not, oh well, I'll just be a nanny :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;41. I don't like getting scolded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;42. I get crazy over random guys, that ain't cute at all. (To the boys at least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43. I console myself by believing they're just JEALOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44. I prefer hugs to kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;45. If you want one, come &amp;amp; look for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;46. I'll be generous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;47. I can't play basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;48. I can't sleep without my soft toy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;49. Don't laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50. Because..I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wana take a peeeeeeekture!&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/543737692402974021-1565763186430825377?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1565763186430825377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-it-gets-unlucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1565763186430825377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1565763186430825377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-it-gets-unlucky.html' title='When It Gets Unlucky'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TELxQ_8SujI/AAAAAAAAAxs/z0Ja_DUUdNU/s72-c/DSC04814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-7488028737660301253</id><published>2010-07-12T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:33:01.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Gets Rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kekeke, I guess it's been a pretty long time since I've updated my blog. Okee, it's only been a week :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well let's see. Life's been pretty smooth-sailing apart from the fact that Mother being annoying by saying that Torres looks suckish with his new haircut, HAHA. &amp;amp; yes, she still haven't gotten over that fact since the World Cup started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, talking about World Cup. It's time for you guys, or maybe...girls, to catch up on your beauty sleep! Or maybe quit mourning about how Spain does not derserve to win the World Cup title! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though I'm one of that, I'm recovering, I am :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I shall be fair &amp;amp; shout to the world, "GERMANY BABY, G-E-R-M-A-N-Y" !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;World Cup's funny, or should I say, amusing! Unlike EPL where people supports 1 particular club loyally, World Cup fans change the country that they're supporting everytime! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When Brazil lose, they'll be like, "Oh, ARGENTINA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When Argentina lost, they change to, "Oh, GERMANY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; the cycle repeats, so on &amp;amp; so forth :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm guilty, oh yes I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, enough about football before I bore my female readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's talk about FASHION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHA, I've absolutey no idea about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just follow Jenna's fashion sense, &amp;amp; you'll be on the right path, keke :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;School's fine! With homework &amp;amp; assignments piling up like Mount Everest though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll learn to cope, HEHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; NPLPL have gotten the _ _ _ _ _ _ _ fever! Mad awesome cute, ahhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Infatuation infatuation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sharing with NPLPL 70% - 3-%, hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My muscle's aching real badly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe it's ascribed to the fact that we always don't cool down after training nowadays :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, it's a very lenghty post, I shall hereby S-T-O-P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh &amp;amp;, &lt;em&gt;smile, &lt;/em&gt;you look beautiful :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-7488028737660301253?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/7488028737660301253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-it-gets-rough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7488028737660301253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7488028737660301253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-it-gets-rough.html' title='When It Gets Rough'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2548263325731788778</id><published>2010-07-05T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T06:15:39.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow Or Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TDHVTb2S1PI/AAAAAAAAAw0/pqrODs3pXvg/s1600/DSC04798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490403950611059954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TDHVTb2S1PI/AAAAAAAAAw0/pqrODs3pXvg/s320/DSC04798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Softball with Aqilah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama drove me &amp;amp; Aqilah to Bedok Reservoir! Started playing softball for merely 5 minutes or so &amp;amp; we were perspiring like nobody's business! Hmmm, perhaps people might be thinking I'm suffering a heart break or something :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490405477379036274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TDHWsTgJVHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ziXiXdfzuiA/s320/DSC04800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weather was so humid this morning. My whole shirt was drenched! So, we threw ball, rest, threw ball again &amp;amp; so on so forth :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At around 10am, sent Aqilah to the bus stop &amp;amp; she went home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met Chocz for jogging!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490406557356314402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TDHXrKuyzyI/AAAAAAAAAxE/acooA0Ts5Yo/s320/DSC04805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice view right! Jenna Chiew Kai Yi take one okay :D ! So we jogged &amp;amp; jogged, 1 round, :) Well, I didn't exactly complete 1 round, hehe! My stomach was sooooooo freaky pain because I had chilli before that :( He told me not to take it, but I still did, HEHE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had fun asking him to be a maid today, TSKKKK. He sent me up the bus &amp;amp; off I went to Ikea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe, thanks for hearing me out today, :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Study session @ Ikea with Merissa &amp;amp; Yuwen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490408027688358034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TDHZAwJRUJI/AAAAAAAAAxM/xWao55RufQE/s320/DSC04809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met the 2 monsters to study! Oh well, for me, I didn't really study because *DRUMROLLS*, I've finished all my homework! HAHA, okay fine. I was tooooooooo tired &amp;amp; my head was like still in a daze! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the 2 of them kinda really studied, with the comapny of Ikea's awesommmmmeeee chickee wings :D ! Mad delicious &amp;amp; NYW was trying to be a Qian Jing Xiao Jie by using a fork to eat them! So freaky right this girl, aiyoyoyoyo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had dinner at Court's Subway before Merissa's parents drove me home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned to fold stars today &amp;amp; am still trying to get the hang of braiding my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;French.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAUGHOUTLOUD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-2548263325731788778?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2548263325731788778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow-or-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2548263325731788778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2548263325731788778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow-or-wild.html' title='Wow Or Wild'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TDHVTb2S1PI/AAAAAAAAAw0/pqrODs3pXvg/s72-c/DSC04798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2205767615766924589</id><published>2010-07-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T06:26:01.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Just Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TDCFEYcU_GI/AAAAAAAAAws/xApgrDkvPoo/s1600/tumblr_l50geq2x811qbz4h4o1_500[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490034256091872354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TDCFEYcU_GI/AAAAAAAAAws/xApgrDkvPoo/s320/tumblr_l50geq2x811qbz4h4o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEWARE CHOCZ, I'M GONA EAT YOU TOMORROW :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PLANS FOR TOMORROW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meeting &lt;strong&gt;NPLPL &amp;amp; Lan Lan&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow to play softball ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having a jog with &lt;strong&gt;Chocz&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; lunch ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Study session with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merissa &amp;amp; Yuwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mind's currently blank now. I was in the shower sorting out the various stuffs I wanted to blog about, but that was soon dismissed when I sat in front of my lappy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope to have peektures tomorrow :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh &amp;amp;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will not be entertaining texts tomorrow, I need a breakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, anyone's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Call me if I'm needed urgently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tired of this havoc lifestyle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, I'm gona tune in early tonight :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Inevitably, I smile :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-2205767615766924589?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2205767615766924589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-just-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2205767615766924589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2205767615766924589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-just-go-away.html' title='Oh Just Go Away'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TDCFEYcU_GI/AAAAAAAAAws/xApgrDkvPoo/s72-c/tumblr_l50geq2x811qbz4h4o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-4233318188939611165</id><published>2010-07-02T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T02:07:46.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Least Expected It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain splashed on the window, as I wonder how miserable &amp;amp; useless my life has been. I'm like the rain, only capable of bringing misery to others. I'm like the rain, I come &amp;amp; go. I'm like the rain, never loved.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA, Ohmymama, awesome piece of stuffs. (It's raining now ma) &amp;amp; nope, I don't mean anything I've mentioned above na :) I'm not so emo deemo :D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's been a pretty looooooong time since I've blog, &amp;amp; I decided to today, before I get robbed off my free time by beautiful homework &amp;amp; revision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;School's (Y) :). Our class seemed to have been possessed or something. No more screaming/shouting/cursing/swearing/ during Mr Lim's &amp;amp; Miss Ng's classes these few days :) I won't say I miss it though, it's way better this way, more serene :) Like the teachers' favourite quote " There's always a time for everything ". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Past few trainings were fun but yet TIRING :( Had a slight blister, but not as bad as Lan Lan's :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Skipskipskipskipskipskipskipskipskipskipskipskipskip-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Had been spending these few days thinking about general stuffs, &amp;amp; I blog it all out, when I've finished sorting them out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Might be going for a jog with Chocz on Monday, followed by playing softball at Kallang. Yeahhhhhh, physical to celebrate my youth day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think I'm gona starve myself the day before, so that my meal would be on the house by him :) *Winkswinks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm addicted to singing in class now to keep myself awake :) HEHE, HAHA, HOHO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Soooooooo busy nowadays! I really got to focus on my studies as well as softball :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Subject combination TSKKKKKKK :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll just keep my smile on, cause I believe I still have many reasons to :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Takecare &amp;amp; God bless people!&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/543737692402974021-4233318188939611165?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/4233318188939611165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-you-least-expected-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4233318188939611165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4233318188939611165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-you-least-expected-it.html' title='When You Least Expected It'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-7693713881377264087</id><published>2010-06-26T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T06:52:28.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When People Doubt</title><content type='html'>Pictures for you all today :) Went to Universal Studios with Papa &amp;amp; Mama &amp;amp; it was kinda good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487074397396611938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCYBF7j3M2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/Tu8LhyjMYH8/s320/DSC04735.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tickets were sold out for today. Aw, I feel so sad for those that didn't get a chance to go into. Tee hee, but I managed to! I've no idea how did we get the tickets. I knew that I was in for something when Mama pulled me out of bed this morning :) Never did I expect this though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Could see disappointment etched on people's faces when they learned that they had to visit Universal Studios another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But! This shows that Singapore's earning big bucks &amp;amp; I'll be rich someday. (Or maybe not). Just a dream people, just a dream :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487075698436261874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCYCRqT4x_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/kHN75dr0Z6o/s320/DSC04736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Hershey Chocolate syrup! Okay, I know that you guys can see that it's chocolate syrup. It can't be strawberry right? Hehe, whatever. Give me a chance :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, this's NOT the main part! There's better! *Drumrolls* I DIDN'T GO INTO THE STORE. Yay, claps! I managed to resist it :) Comeon, it's just Hershey, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which is probaby the best stuffs on Earth.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA, crap, regrets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487077469235561474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCYD4vDVxAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/TH0jIPeFewE/s320/DSC04738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt; This is probably one of Universal Studio's worst creation of all time! People, (Esp _ _ _ _ _ people) would practically camp infront of this ball ball &amp;amp; wait till the word "Universal" makes a round. Seriously! Is that word that important!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I'm sort of pin-pointing at myself, but hey, that's Mama's fault :) I was smiling for the past 10 secs &amp;amp; she insisted to wait for the word "Universal". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; I don't look ugly! It's Mama's poor photography skills :) I know I know. &lt;em&gt;" A bad workman blames it's tools"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487079973829784978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCYGKhZItZI/AAAAAAAAAuc/l2v8kt0G6ts/s320/DSC04742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; Popcorn van! Okee dokee, I can't eat pop corns! Oh yeah, I can eat them in cinemas, but not at some other places. Whenever I eat pop corn, I will automatically be picturing myself sitting down on the chair in a cinema, waiting for the show to start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't possibly sit down in the middle of the Universal Studio &amp;amp; start being in dreamland :) RIGHT? Think positively Jenna :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487281435942050706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCa9ZKPr25I/AAAAAAAAAuk/MAwlT6rP7cI/s320/DSC04744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; That's the Titanic behind me :) Anyone romantic guy wana jump it off with me? HEHE, for this case, the guy goes first, don't argue! The one in pink's stealing my lime light, tsk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487282226758926834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCa-HMRHwfI/AAAAAAAAAus/LpEyiFlxmRU/s320/DSC04745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; The words read " Welcome. Do not feed the foosa" Universal studios doesn't know me well enough. When there's food, no one better think of stealing away my food! Okay, wrong. I'm not implying I'm some creepy creature like the Foosa. What nonscence :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487282950109109266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCa-xS9PnBI/AAAAAAAAAu0/xAz3ev8cbxA/s320/DSC04748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; Happy family! What's with Mama &amp;amp; Papa's thumbs up? HAHA, the penguins are missing! Those mad awesome animals :) Nice picture here though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487284360938104114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCbADatFpTI/AAAAAAAAAu8/BgM1wuBgcXM/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; Mama &amp;amp; I! Mama said she looked fat. Correction. She &lt;strong&gt;looks &lt;/strong&gt;fat :D Ssssshhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487285341502225186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCbA8flyuyI/AAAAAAAAAvM/r8iSIbFJEC0/s320/DSC04750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Merry-Go-Round! Don't tell me it's child's place please or you'll see your head in my curry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487285743641330898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCbBT5rOhNI/AAAAAAAAAvU/XB_1PBKCDgk/s320/DSC04755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; Squeeze you NPLPL :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487286407430541970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCbB6ie6EpI/AAAAAAAAAvc/O3iRsy1gqB0/s320/DSC04757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; SHREK, come out pretty please with cherry on top :( ! Okee, I know I'm smiling in the picture. But I look retarded posing sad faces, HAHA. Take that, cannot give back :D!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487287016876682690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCbCeA2MLcI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6RRMOqtduoQ/s320/DSC04765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; Hi Alex, I LOVE YOU &amp;amp; YOUR HAIRY MANE :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487289112800410290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCbEYAxWOrI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Jk16e5GnSqE/s320/DSC04766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Hi Gloria! I LOVE YOU &amp;amp; YOUR VAIN-NESS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487289662208507218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCbE3_ecfVI/AAAAAAAAAv0/zCkhsFoKeUQ/s320/DSC04767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; Hi Boyfriends! I LOVE YOU GUYS &amp;amp; YOUR CUTENESS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487289981422013074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCbFKko4CpI/AAAAAAAAAv8/5iQTC1j_ea4/s320/DSC04768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hi "I don't know what your name is". I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU SEEM LIKE YOU'RE BLUSHING WHEN I PUT MY ARM ROUND YOU. HAHA :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487290981265738370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCbGExWMioI/AAAAAAAAAwE/sUOTwsqlbFU/s320/DSC04769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; Hi Puss In Boots. I &lt;strong&gt;HATE &lt;/strong&gt;YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE A CAT :( !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487291935584779682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCbG8UdlfaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Isrt2PIhMPY/s320/DSC04774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; This cute &amp;amp; hot guy is looking at me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487443665746736450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCdQ8LXNNUI/AAAAAAAAAwc/W-g9zdTPIKg/s320/DSC04778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; Pretty girl with a horny hair, HEHE :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487444284883846226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCdRgN0_xFI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1OAx_-Xn7nU/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&gt; The dinosaur looks overly green, tee hee :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are so many more photos but I'm just a tiny weeny bit lazy to post it up again :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School tomorrow, weeeee :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-7693713881377264087?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/7693713881377264087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-people-doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7693713881377264087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7693713881377264087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-people-doubt.html' title='When People Doubt'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TCYBF7j3M2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/Tu8LhyjMYH8/s72-c/DSC04735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-7540486718760788550</id><published>2010-06-24T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T06:59:01.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Vs Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been wondering for the past few days. Just who is better, girls? Or boys? Who is easier for us to open up to? Who do we feel more comfortable taking to? Who can we go, if we want to have fun? Just exactly, &lt;strong&gt;girls or boys?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;GIRLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They have a bite of a snake. When they attack, be it getting physical or just verbally, it hurts &amp;amp; it even kills sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When you want to know the truth, never go to a girl for one. Girls tend to twist words &amp;amp; stories, just to get the upper hand &amp;amp; for the sake of not losing their faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Never make a girl boil. You never know or would never expect what they would do. Be it spreading untrue stuffs about you or seeking revenge on you in her heart, don't ever push your limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They are very sensitive. Be mindful of your words or even actions as that would affect girls very much. They might get all emotional over it or even be furious at you, for who knows how long. So do take note of which girls are you able to joke with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Some girls are suited for us to have fun with &amp;amp; they can get real hyped up &amp;amp; stuffs. But do take note that frequent moodswings could occur, &amp;amp; you would really want to stay out of her way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Girls never share their personal stuffs with girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They smile, on the outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boys are like the clowns in everyone's life. They never fail to brighten up your day with their silly actions &amp;amp; words. Since they're jokers themselves, feel free to joke with guys as they'll never take your words to heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boys are people that we'll open up to, as they won't think of us as a burden, unlike girls, which would think we'll attention seeking instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boys never beat around the bush. They go straight to the point &amp;amp; would convey every message correctly, without putting words in other people's mouths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boys may be emotional sometimes, but all it takes to cheer them up, is telling them how much you care. For girls, that never works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boys are actually more naive than girls. They believe everything &amp;amp; would not doubt anyone's words, unlike girls that go all paranoid &amp;amp; stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boys are happy-go-lucky people. As long as they have food, water &amp;amp; a shelter over their heads, you'll never see them grumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boys are really better at relationships. Those that are good in it, are often those that are not truly in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When boys smile, they truly mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So yepp, I'm done with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But I'm not implying that every girl is like what I've described, &amp;amp; same goes to the boys. Everyone's different, but I can say that I still love being a girl :) They say that your best friend is normally that of the same sex. But no, I disagree. I open up more to boys than to girls. There'e just something in me that make me do that. There's no explaination, really :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; I want to thank all the boys who really experienced me shouting at them :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whatever the case is for you, be yourself, that's the best :)&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/543737692402974021-7540486718760788550?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/7540486718760788550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-vs-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7540486718760788550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7540486718760788550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-vs-boys.html' title='Girls Vs Boys'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2810002186092282137</id><published>2010-06-24T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T05:55:12.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sorry for MIA-ing for about 5 days, apologies :) Was away at SC camp for 3 days 2 nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Camps really do have a way of making people bond &amp;amp; for the chance for people to have new friends. Camp was undeniably fun, apart from the sleeping part, which made my head throb with aches. Thanks to the floor :) But ironically, it's also the part which I'm always looking forward to during the day :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Talks were quite inspiring though some were hehe, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I seriously considered requesting for toothpicks to y'know, stick it up my eyeballs to refrain myself from dozing off in the cold comfortable abode. &amp;amp; yes, Weasly Hall felt like home cause we spent most of our time in there :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well! I'm really grateful for my team - &lt;strong&gt;Armstrong. &lt;/strong&gt;We're reallyreallyreally strong (Okay, the boys alright :/). We wouldn't have been able to complete all the games if not for the boys, to be honest :) Ren Jue with the ice thing, hillarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, sorry ah Ranjit! HAHA, I still can't forget that incident when he mistaken me for Faith. Like seriously Ranjit! I wasn't the one that asked you to bend down! In the end, 1 pathetic beanbag. HEHE, ROFL. Sorry yeah :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm stumped when it comes to the food. THE RICE IS VERY LITTLE &amp;amp; THE DISHES ARE LIKE DOUBLED! I like rice more than anything else, hehe, :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Almost vomitted when I ate the fish mayo, yeeks. My hot dog :( :( :( :( Survived on 3 hashbrowns though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But overall, I feel our team's awesome &amp;amp; camp was enlightening though I really doubt if I can take up sucha important role in the school. But I guess in the end, it boils down to self-confidence &amp;amp; I'll muster up all the courage I can find in myself, to shine &amp;amp; bless others :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a last note about camp, Devotions was thumbs up! Songs were touching &amp;amp; when everyone sang, I felt touched &amp;amp; I sincerly hope God in Heave above would feel the same :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After camp, headed for softball &amp;amp; we kinda got "reprimanded" for being too slow when changing stations. Actually, we seniors are to be blamed for not asking our juniors to hasten their actions &amp;amp; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, Hoong Hoong would see the difference next training, I hope &amp;amp; believe :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After softball, went to Aljunied block 108 to play Basketball with Aqilah, Ren Jue, Zai Hou, Clement, Randell (I think), Zi Yi &amp;amp; a I-Don't-Know-What's-His-Name guy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mad fun though I don't really get the hang of basketball &amp;amp; would never well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They're talllllllllllll like woo hoo :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went home after an hour &amp;amp; a half or so, &amp;amp; popped right to bed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of pictures, camera's currently not with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aw, yes, cry, you just missed a gorgeous sight :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll post another post right after this, because I want to touch on a topic &amp;amp; I don't you readers to find it a bore cause it's too wordy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-2810002186092282137?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2810002186092282137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/mixed-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2810002186092282137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2810002186092282137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1091251050905705219</id><published>2010-06-20T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T05:53:27.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it may be ridiculous of me to think of &lt;strong&gt;marriage &lt;/strong&gt;at this age of 14, but I can't help but wonder how would my marriage be when I grow up. No harm dreaming right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484763019486308802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TB3K6B2uKcI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tahkicymr3E/s320/aerosaurus%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: Hot Air Balloon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wouldn't it be extremely romantic having your wedding at in a hot air balloon? Touring high up in the sky, overlooking the "world" with your soul mate &amp;amp; being the happiest woman on Earth. It's not everyday that you get to sit a hot air balloon too! Of course, do pick a place with beautiful scenery &amp;amp; let that be a wonderful experience &amp;amp; memory of a lifetime :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484764269418835666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TB3MCyN27tI/AAAAAAAAAtk/bAxAqSUT5R4/s320/luxury-wedding-yacht%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: In a yacht&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, the price might be a little pricey, but I guess it's worth the money. What could be better than holding your wedding at a place with picturesque sights where pictures could serve as a lifetime memento for you &amp;amp; your partner. The calm sea &amp;amp; the serenity that the place would offer you, wow isn't it :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484766263291765010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TB3N21-NYRI/AAAAAAAAAts/W4V6WGmGXRU/s320/2541486316_df96f1c298%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: In Bali, Indonesia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bali, one of my favourite place of all-time. The place is simply a Haven, a perfect get-away. Had enough with the havoc lifestyle here in Singapore, had enough of rushing to &amp;amp; fro for meetings and appointments? Well then, Bali's the best place for you. To top it off, you're here for your marriage with your love one. You'll feel that there could be nothing better than that :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484767959528377794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TB3PZk8iDcI/AAAAAAAAAt0/N9ILXOpcw6c/s320/Wedding_France_Paris%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: In Paris, France.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many dream of going to the Eiffel town. Why not go there on an occasion that happens once in your lifetime - Your marriage. Taking the vow under it while looking into the eyes of your partner. The ideal location for a modern marriage :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484768958438256418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TB3QTuLNLyI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Cwso07gLdLA/s320/shannon%2520wedding%2520in%2520hawaii%2520_lanikai%2520beach%2520%25208%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: In Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the first thing that comes into your mind when someone says "Hawaii" ? For me, Hawaii spells R-O-M-A-N-T-I-C! Under the coconut tree &amp;amp; on the sandy beach. Woopie :) Okee, Hawaii is just mad cuteness! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA, okay, enough of fascinating yeah :) But...hmmm, whenever the wedding is held is not that important, the thing that matters is weather your partner is worth marrying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;Aw, you know I don't mean it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LISTEN UP FUTHER HUSBAND OUT THERE. BRING ME TO 1 OF THESE PLACES OR "BYE-BYE". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aw, you know I don't mean it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not fickle minded, I just can't make up my mind :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-1091251050905705219?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1091251050905705219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-youre-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1091251050905705219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1091251050905705219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-youre-dreaming.html' title='When You&apos;re Dreaming'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TB3K6B2uKcI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tahkicymr3E/s72-c/aerosaurus%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-7450067135727606021</id><published>2010-06-16T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:44:17.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It's Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TBh5Q10ohcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/aCiiTqBeSVA/s1600/tumblr_kw39h62eFB1qa1fe8o1_500[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483265876556285378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TBh5Q10ohcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/aCiiTqBeSVA/s320/tumblr_kw39h62eFB1qa1fe8o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Y)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten things about yourself&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Jenna Chiew Kai Yi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I love food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I love being me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I love everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I can get real high.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I can never understand this world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I hate being alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I am not a strong girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I love any kinda sports!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Happiness is what I pursue after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nine things you’ve thought about recently:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Gratefulness towards others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ To never take things for granted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ How wonderful my 14 years of living had been!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I'm a very lucky girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ There's always more reasons to smile than cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Love with no regrets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ How people could be so cruel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Beauty of this world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ F-O-O-D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight ways to win your heart:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ The guy... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ must be able to take jokes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ must be able to tolerate my crap &amp;amp; nonsense that don't make sense :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ must be able to love me for who am I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ must be a good listener, even though he can't help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ must be someone who is very positive &amp;amp; loves life :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ must be a sporty guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven favourite songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Hillsong songs :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ listen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ random&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ songs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ anywhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ anytime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six things to do before you go to bed:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Charge my phone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Have a snack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Tell everyone goodnight :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Cuddle my soft toys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I touch &amp;amp; surf the net.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Watch some World Cup football (For now)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things you wish you could say to five different people right this very moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Thank you for everything :) !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ HAHAHAH, too bad man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Stop being so cheapppppooooo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Stop trying to flirt with my brother(s), not happening!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ What were you thinking ?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Four things you’re doing right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ This quiz :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Drinking sugarcane!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ SMS-ing with various people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Contemplating about weather to get food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things you’re scared of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ C.A.T.S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Losing my love ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Expectations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two things you want to do before you die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Tell everyone that they made a difference in my life, be it good or bad :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ Go on a world tour!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One confession:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;+ I stalk pretty girls :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A smile goes a long way :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-7450067135727606021?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/7450067135727606021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-its-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7450067135727606021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7450067135727606021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-its-wrong.html' title='When It&apos;s Wrong'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TBh5Q10ohcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/aCiiTqBeSVA/s72-c/tumblr_kw39h62eFB1qa1fe8o1_500%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-5361738494498991944</id><published>2010-06-14T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T03:16:29.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It's That Sudden</title><content type='html'>Okee dokee, I shall blog properly naoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fryday &amp;amp; Saturday was spent at Merissa Boh's house. Heh, crashed over with Ng Yu Wen :) Mad fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGHLIGHTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ate lychees in the middle of the night, apparently 1am :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juice splatted EVERYWHERE &amp;amp; we almost got blisters peeling it :( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmmm, N.Y.W doesn't like them, so we had all to ourselves :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We practically toured the whole of Singapore &amp;amp; the sun was a killer I'm telling you! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took some random bus 70 (???) &amp;amp; was on the road to nowhere :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Landed up at Paya Lebar &amp;amp; we went to Slavation Army, wasted trip :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cabbed to Somerset 313 &amp;amp; kaboomz, $$$ flew!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But..whatever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intended to get a blouse form Zara but after much consideration, I decided not to, hehe, I shall wait for Mama to get it for me, someday somehow :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Merissa kinda got brain-washed by us but she still got her skirt in the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hillarious aunties we were.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate &amp;amp; Merissa &amp;amp; I kinda got obsessed with a pretty girl. She's seriously stunning :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The guys thought we were staring at them, pui pui pui!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took a lonnnnnnng bus ride back to Merissa's house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still can't believe we're that smart. Winks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camwhored quite a lot :D &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept very late :( Boo @ my sleep!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping with parents being home-ing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh, save me someone! I'm currently dying chatting with Ky on MSN. Good nor, say I LC. LC's supposed to be lychee okay, not not that that...argh, whatever :D To prevent me from losing face, I shall leave you guys to work out na :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Softball tomorrow, hoola!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Old people nowadays join maple to rememeber  the feeling of marrigae - JCKY &amp;amp; KY :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-5361738494498991944?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/5361738494498991944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-its-that-sudden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5361738494498991944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5361738494498991944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-its-that-sudden.html' title='When It&apos;s That Sudden'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1909938624605018532</id><published>2010-06-13T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T07:52:30.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Lack Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TBTo8JsLEAI/AAAAAAAAAtM/0Qbk2Z-gVKQ/s1600/31979_135472426466844_100000122620032_372338_494380_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482262766507724802" style="DISPLAY: block; 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WOULD POST PROPERLY SOON! TOODLLLLLESSSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-1909938624605018532?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1909938624605018532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-lack-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1909938624605018532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1909938624605018532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-lack-something.html' title='When You Lack Something'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TBTo8JsLEAI/AAAAAAAAAtM/0Qbk2Z-gVKQ/s72-c/31979_135472426466844_100000122620032_372338_494380_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-5316034407869288079</id><published>2010-06-10T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:41:23.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Goes Extreme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You guys don't understand. You have to be my very very very close friend, before I allow myself to open up to you. I don't just go up to any random people &amp;amp; start opening up to them. Reason being, I don't want to seem like a burden to them. If you're my close friend, then you wouldn't have this thinking. But picture this. If someone not close to you at all starts blabbering on about their unhappy stuffs or whatever, your first natural reaction would be "What has your problem got to do with me?" No matter how much you try to deny it, you would still admit, that you ever had this thought before. Because, honestly, I do. I've just realised today, that I'm the extreme case. I was kinda plagued by something rather worrying today &amp;amp; my mood sunk immediately. Being a girl that's very dependent on others, my first reaction was "Rant to him". However, our mood was one of exhilaration this afternoon. &amp;amp; that was enough to change my mind. I put on a semblance of happiness &amp;amp; we continued &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;. But somehow, the "lie" was exposed &amp;amp; I ranted to him anyway. I was wondering how he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; figured it out, but then again, it all boils down to your level of closeness with that person. If I were to text in the same exact manner to just my normal friends, they would probably think I was on drugs or something. But sadly, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I guess, no matter how out casted you are, how lonely you are, or how you love being alone so much, have a close friend. In the long run, you would realised exactly how important is this special one to you. Cause I've personally experienced it. Being all alone, lost in all that's happening, &amp;amp; yet having no one to assure you they care. What could be worst than that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm known as a very "happy-go-lucky" girl, one that sees happiness as something that she rightfully deserve. But then again, no matter how happy/optimistic a person is, he/she would have a down-turn in their lives. That's inevitable. Through these rough patches, one can really see the light as to who they can/should trust &amp;amp; who they should just shut up to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Do take time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ponder&lt;/span&gt; over my words. Though I'm not some professor or anything who real big logic, I think y explanation is rational enough to get you start thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I end off with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-5316034407869288079?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/5316034407869288079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-it-goes-extreme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5316034407869288079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5316034407869288079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-it-goes-extreme.html' title='When It Goes Extreme'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-354695159897972212</id><published>2010-06-07T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:23:41.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When In Doubt</title><content type='html'>The me that had nothing to do just a couple of minutes ago, took a facebook quiz, that said it could determine my character according to the clothes I wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jenna Chiew, you have finish taken The Clothes You Wear Personality Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The analysis: You are probably a romantic and passionate person. You are sensitive and lonely when you aren't in love. You can be somewhat self-centered, but you are honest and sincere to others. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You like to make a good impression of yourself and worry about what others think of you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What others see from your style: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Simple but yet with style)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although to the untrained eye you may seem like a plain dresser who avoids trends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You actually wear carefully designed accessories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clothes that emphasize your uniqueness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You value your freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have an artistic mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are neither aggressive nor timid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What your nightclothes reveal: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Shorts &amp;amp; T-shirt)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always in good mood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are candid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Helpful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can be sexy at times too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What others see from your ties:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Dark-coloured ties)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You enjoy being alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You like to life the simple but good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You cherish your freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are thoughtful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confident&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uninterested in glamour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What others see from your belts: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(No ties)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's not a single belt in your wardrobe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You like freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are opposed to all kinds of rules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are creative&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very good at work that requires you to stretch your imagination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your main downfall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that you can be very moody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What others see from your shoes: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Sports shoes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're very young at heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You regard freedom highly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't like to be controlled by a set of rules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't like conflict&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will compromise wherever possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are hardworking people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occasionally you can become vulnerable when having to face problems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially emotional ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What others see from your earrings: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Small gems)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are probably a free spirit at heart with artistic talent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are absolutely unique&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are always coming up with lots of great ideas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=318003792963&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=8a4ee2c8575be7e2bc96ec26c5ab398c&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/cloth_wear/index.php#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Being happy is your most important goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(....) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Answers that I've chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Words in red - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sentences that I agree on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words in red bold - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sentences that I STRONGLY agree on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of them mentioned Freedom, wow, accurate piece of thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-354695159897972212?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/354695159897972212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-in-doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/354695159897972212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/354695159897972212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-in-doubt.html' title='When In Doubt'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-8439325517983410203</id><published>2010-06-07T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:02:11.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Wait Is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TA0B84i3TUI/AAAAAAAAAps/i1FBovzU43s/s1600/29180_395009710793_590380793_4448845_7507788_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480038467062156610" style="DISPLAY: block; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TA0B8G8wKhI/AAAAAAAAApc/BsWEWWVXKNo/s320/29180_395009695793_590380793_4448843_6292739_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TA0B7lpJc6I/AAAAAAAAApU/A2vix7g6T1o/s1600/29180_395009690793_590380793_4448842_2582255_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480038444808369058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TA0B7lpJc6I/AAAAAAAAApU/A2vix7g6T1o/s320/29180_395009690793_590380793_4448842_2582255_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO PAMELO. Imma happy girl today, met NPLPL for shopping @ Far East. Yay, it was kinda fruitful (???) though. We didn't exactly spent all our monehh on food, HEHE. Big accomplishment y'know! Though we made a name for ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That chee cheong fan auntie thought that we were both cheapo(s) like omg? Okay, cause they were currently having this "Got 5 reciepts=1 free pancake" deal. So we kept ordering &amp;amp; ordering &amp;amp; were jokingly saying "Eh, 1 more reciept neh!" Low &amp;amp; behold, we were overheard and she said "Don't eat for the sake of getting the free pancake" PIANG EH! WE WERE REALLY HUNGRY LEH :( UNFAIR MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okee okee, we continued shopping &amp;amp; hunted for _____'s shop :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Satisfied with the stuffs we bought, we headed to um..Coffee Bean! &amp;amp; yes, if you're wondering if we did buy any drinks, I'm gona tell you...&lt;strong&gt;NO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheapo act #2 by JCKY &amp;amp; NPLPL :D, we're proud of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gossiped &amp;amp; stuffs! The different texture thing was hillarious! Different parts, LOL @ THAT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Cineleisure! Got frolicks :) Yummy yum yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually ate that cause Mama gave me this "Free 1 topping" coupon. So, yeah man! Cheapo act by JCKY #3!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went around &amp;amp; took neo prints (As shown above)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were already inside the machine. Tsk, we should have a few personal shots with our own cam right? So snap snap snap we went :) Cheapo act by JCKY &amp;amp; NPLPL #4!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Papa could fetch me home, so I walked to Wisma to meet him :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Homed and dinner-ed! Oh dang, I forgot to mention that NPLPL actually ____-ed before! HAHA, I've finally unearthed the truth about her! HMMMM, trying to act all innocent in front of me eh? Not working I tell you :) Do with xiao long bao somemore. HAHA, desperate sia my geez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dim sum at Wang's cafe is niiiiiccccceeeeeeeee :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone wana go for dim-sum, must ring me up I tell you! I'm the best dim sum partner in town! Yes, that includes you, NPLPL's Auntie :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Yay! Thank God that you came back in a piece today! I can't believe you actually ate pork!!! So racist, cannot tahan you :D Text me in the middle of the night, tell me you're eating room service? Not happening I tell you. I'm ain't no jealous, grrr. HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA, Imma pro too okay! Fine, you win, I don't wana spam my blog post with HAHA(s).-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARGH! MY NOSE IS LIKE A WATER FOUNTAIN NOW! But nvm! I shall be positive like what LKY said! I'm one of the 7 wonders in the world! Wait, he was referring to one at Suntec. (That's not even in the 7 wonders :@) BUT! IT'S ALRIGHT, I'M ATTRACTIVE, LIVE WITH THAT. My bhb partner has come backkkkkkkkk, wa hoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-8439325517983410203?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/8439325517983410203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-wait-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8439325517983410203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8439325517983410203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-wait-is-over.html' title='When The Wait Is Over'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TA0B84i3TUI/AAAAAAAAAps/i1FBovzU43s/s72-c/29180_395009710793_590380793_4448845_7507788_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1768618632489228729</id><published>2010-06-06T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T06:09:12.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEE @ YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAucs7OI3kI/AAAAAAAAApM/KVtbE95eOOc/s1600/30272_397569563285_545748285_3912640_5162483_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479645667251510850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAucs7OI3kI/AAAAAAAAApM/KVtbE95eOOc/s320/30272_397569563285_545748285_3912640_5162483_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;WAWA, salivia drop, HAHA, this picture sexy right? Playing hockey somemore :) Alright, you see that ahem sexy ahem guy up there, because he requested to be featured inside my blog. HAHA, so you know, he's a pretty pretty brother to me :) Getting real stupid on MSN &amp;amp; stuffs, hehe :) So yeah, HAFRIZ! All the best in whatever you do yeah! Hockey &amp;amp; studies, find me a sis-in-law soon :D ! OHYEAH! Bring me to SHSS to find Brandon's bro! I still don't believe he's sec 1, tsktsktsk!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/543737692402974021-1768618632489228729?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1768618632489228729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/pee-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1768618632489228729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1768618632489228729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/pee-you.html' title='PEE @ YOU'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAucs7OI3kI/AAAAAAAAApM/KVtbE95eOOc/s72-c/30272_397569563285_545748285_3912640_5162483_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-8846382134739294542</id><published>2010-06-05T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T01:02:48.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAoCpHgZBMI/AAAAAAAAApE/0frj9ckic3g/s1600/680357[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479194802062427330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAoCpHgZBMI/AAAAAAAAApE/0frj9ckic3g/s320/680357%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehe, nice drawing huh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By drawing this house, I came to know of my own personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Based on your drawing and the 10 answers you gave this is a summary of your personality:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are sensitive and indecisive at times. You are good at making friends and when the joyful moment arrives, you make the most out of it. You are shy and reserved. If you've drawn a cross on each of windows, you always want to live alone. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. son. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You see the world as it is, not as you believe it should be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Thymbs up for the 2nd paragraph :) So true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can do this @ &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://drawahouse.com/"&gt;http://drawahouse.com&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Eh you, how's life there? HAHA, the last text you sent me was funneh, I'm gona spam your inbox &amp;amp; see how you reply. -Evil grin- Wa, thanks uh, dump me over here, whilst you're "enjoying" yourself at Malaysia. Awesome you :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rememeber! Eat well, play well &amp;amp; most importantly, sleep well. I know you bummer, need your sleep, HEHE. Anyway, could you be a little...erm...respectful? It's only 3 days without pork. Hee, I hope you don't die :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've told you to smuggle pork inside already la nor, it's not illegal bytheway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Boo, thanks a lot for letting me rot by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Missyouuu :)&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/543737692402974021-8846382134739294542?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/8846382134739294542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/hehe-nice-drawing-huh-by-drawing-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8846382134739294542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/8846382134739294542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/hehe-nice-drawing-huh-by-drawing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAoCpHgZBMI/AAAAAAAAApE/0frj9ckic3g/s72-c/680357%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1364324588576473039</id><published>2010-06-04T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T07:22:26.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M STILL IN SHOCK. MY HEART'S THUMPING AT AN UNBELIEVABLE SPEED. OH MY TIAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-1364324588576473039?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1364324588576473039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-still-in-shock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1364324588576473039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1364324588576473039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-still-in-shock.html' title=''/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-7851910703560569649</id><published>2010-06-03T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:30:42.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Love Me For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAiUaQmISXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/WNBV_qJKc9I/s1600/DSC03226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478792125548611954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAiUaQmISXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/WNBV_qJKc9I/s320/DSC03226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478792534018193874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAiUyCQ3edI/AAAAAAAAAo8/dfV2QKfOUgA/s320/DSC03439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA, I can bet with Merissa, Yuwen, Aqilah &amp;amp; Natladda would be screaming their heads off when they see these pictures of their "Prince Charming", &lt;strong&gt;Gwee Ray Chern. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll upload more pictures of him in future, &lt;em&gt;if you're lucky :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got like 200-300+ photos of him? Hmmmmm, bribe me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had softball yesterday &amp;amp; the weather was superduperwuperfuper hot! Like O.M.G. I was perspiring like a mad cow on the loose or something, HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suffered from a severe headache when I reached home &amp;amp; my swollen eye was taking a toll on me. I was SUPER hot-tempered yesterday ascribed to the fact that my eye was literally killing me! It looked like I'm a victim of family abuse or something :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, no matter how much I wanted to sleep, I was famished! Ate 1 whole bowl of Wan Ton Mee, 2 slices of cake &amp;amp; Tom Yum instant noodles :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Satisfied, I went to bed &amp;amp; slept for 4 hours straight. The weather was really making me feel sick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got woken up by Ah Ma for dinner but I had no appetite. Miracle isn't it :) ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to the doctor's &amp;amp; am feeling much better today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks all for the concern :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I seriously think that -.- or ._. or =.= suckkkkkkkks! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't you think :) or :D is much better?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muahahahahah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SLEEPOVER ON FRIDAY WITH MY 2 DEARS. [Provided Mama allows though :)]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOPPING WITH DAR DAR ON MONDAY! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spoiler was really sucha spoiler man, pffft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wow, 3(S) consecutively :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mango with orange is nice!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I needa work on my running pitch :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" TRUE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEAUTY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, I've decided to touch on this topic. They say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. HEHE, to be very honest with you, I do feel a lil inferior when I see beautiful people. I mean like, natural beauty, not one with lots of makeup, and one that went through operations &amp;amp; stuffs. Grr, I hate the feeling when I walk down Orchard road and WOAH, these girls are just eye-catching man!  Did I mention that I get excited just by looking at them? Okayyyy, maybe girls might think something like "Shouldn't you get excited over handsome guys instead?" NO, a flat no for you. I don't like handsome guys. When I do chance upon them, I don't even bother giving them a second look. &amp;amp; yes goondos, I'm straightttttttt :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I always wonder how are their lives like. Do beautiful people lead normal lives like us? Are they people that eat 5 meals a day? Or are they bulimic/anorexic? How do they feel attracting stares &amp;amp; attention wherever they go? Hmmm, I think they lead a very restricted life too yeah? They have an image to live up to, so they can't be unglam or whatever. Which = NO FUN! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, in conclusion, I shouldn't be jealous of them right! Cause I love being me. Having fun, clowning around, shouting &amp;amp; screaming, without getting criticised or anything :) HEHE, I don't really have an image to keep up. Tsk, whatever :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But personally, I still love/admire them :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But I'm unique &amp;amp; am still God's wonderful creation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YAY, I LOVE ME :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-7851910703560569649?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/7851910703560569649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-love-me-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7851910703560569649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/7851910703560569649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-love-me-for-me.html' title='When You Love Me For Me'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAiUaQmISXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/WNBV_qJKc9I/s72-c/DSC03226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-197781171190483336</id><published>2010-06-02T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T06:42:26.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Quit, Please?</title><content type='html'>Stop ruining your own lives, take it as I'm begging you alright. Just heed KY's and my advice. Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-197781171190483336?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/197781171190483336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-quit-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/197781171190483336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/197781171190483336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-quit-please.html' title='Just Quit, Please?'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2886867394444650313</id><published>2010-05-31T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T06:06:57.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the past hour or so, I had been browsing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; some of my friends' profile. Not intending to stalk, but just curious as to how they had been, as I've not seen some for close to a year already. As for my close friends, I just popped by their profile to see what's up. What I saw came as a surprise. Friends around me these days are thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, way too much. Getting head over heels in relationships, resorting to scolding their parents a barrage of brutal language in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; world, &amp;amp; even putting one down by criticising others openly, be it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; or through Blogger. I mean, I'm in no right to intervene, but isn't time to slow things down and let nature takes it's course? We're only teenagers, if we can't even handle our problems well now, how are we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gona&lt;/span&gt; to handle problems smashed right in our face, when we go out in the "real" world. Our parents may be coming home with a smile plastered on their face every time, but have you ever took time off to wonder if that smile is/was just a facade to cover their stress &amp;amp; pressure? No right? We always claim that our parents don't understand us enough, but do we ourselves? Like me, you guys feel that we've not been given enough freedom. But, if you really think through it, don't you think what our parents are doing is sorely for our own good? Sure, they could let us hang out late at night everyday, they have nothing to lose. The person on the losing end is us. Our studies would take a turn for the worst &amp;amp; in worst case scenarios, we might even mix with bad company and who knows what might become of us. As the saying goes "It takes 3 years to turn good, but 3 days to turn back." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BGR&lt;/span&gt;(s), I guess I'm really in no position to comment. From what I've seen in my daily school life, I fully understand that relationships could get quite havoc, complicated, and well...devastating. However, if you want a simple/carefree/happy life, then may I post the question back to you. "Why commit?" If you say that you've no idea that things would turn out this way, all I've got to say is "It's time you grow up. In this world, there's nothing as beautiful as what you've always imagined". Sometimes, I agree, it's good to truly love once, &amp;amp; then understand the true definition of "Suffering a heartbreak". But do keep this in mind, don't overdo it, just so to forget the previous relationships. Don't lie to your partner, don't lie to yourself &amp;amp; most importantly, don't lie about what love really is. No one likes being played, I repeat, no one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might argue and say that it's easy for me to say/type these as I have, in the eyes of many, a perfect life. Well, I can't deny this. From 1st class parents, to lovable friends, to having a roof over my head &amp;amp; lastly, to have someone whom really care about me, what more could I ask for? But! It's not that it just dropped to me from the sky, it's because I thought things through, &amp;amp; realised that I deserved all of them. Happiness is what I pursue after. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With this, I end whatever I wanted to say. I leave you guys to think for yourself. Just what in life do you really want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-2886867394444650313?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2886867394444650313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-youre-speechless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2886867394444650313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2886867394444650313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-youre-speechless.html' title='When You&apos;re Speechless'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-4060957073649653950</id><published>2010-05-30T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T06:18:22.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Think Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477041707976579106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAJcai_xWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SXxD9h-YuIk/s320/DSC04195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAJcb_rcDUI/AAAAAAAAAok/8ArfOO-1Nuc/s1600/DSC04207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477041732855795010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAJcb_rcDUI/AAAAAAAAAok/8ArfOO-1Nuc/s320/DSC04207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAJccfXIY5I/AAAAAAAAAos/qNEj2M1jUmU/s1600/DSC04209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477041741360554898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAJccfXIY5I/AAAAAAAAAos/qNEj2M1jUmU/s320/DSC04209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAJcbagUSDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/_4j0mcphGgc/s1600/DSC04206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477041722877036594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAJcbagUSDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/_4j0mcphGgc/s320/DSC04206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, to begin, I shall announce to you guys.....&lt;strong&gt;THAT TONY ROMAS' CHICKEN &amp;amp; RIBS ARE FABULOUS FABULOUS THUMBS UP (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm trying my best to not use the word Awesome, HAHA (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th May, Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- It's a public holiday! Which means that we'll be able to go out cause Daddy could drive us around. Oh well, I know there's such thing as public transport, and the weather just simply puts me &amp;amp; Mummy off (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Save your talk about being eco-friendly or whatever. Though Daddy does seem to be getting this virus now. It's theory proven okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah, we went out to eat teabreak. &amp;amp; Mummy ordered chee chiong fan or whatever you call it. Daddy topped it out with a dumpling. HE PUT IT ON THE SAME PLATE. &amp;amp; YES, THE DUMPLING SOAKED IN THAT BLACK SAUCE. When asked what prompted him to do that, he replied "I'm being eco-friendly (: " Yeah, sure, with a disposable plate. Come on Daddy, WHATEVER okay (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can barely recall what happened. Blah (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th May, Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I only remembered we went to town to shopshopshop. Deciding that money would be better spent on food, me &amp;amp; Mummy didn't buy anything (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doesn't come as a surpirse anyway, since I'm not one that really shop alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met Daddy &amp;amp; we decided to settle our dinner at Suntec's Tony Romas! Weeeeeee was it delicious! The place was perfect for dining, HAHA. Sounds like I'm on a date with my parents or something (: I finished the half chicken with little effort, as I was drop dead hungry! As usual? M.A.Y.B.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went home &amp;amp; MSN-ed with Monsttttttttttttttter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosh was I feeling very emotional &amp;amp; kinda cried over Coach's incident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess I really have to let go. Thanks for helping me realise that boy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh&amp;amp;, not forgetting, I really needed the assurance form you last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th May, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing much happened today (: ! Shall proceed to telling you guys random stuffs that made me crank uo laughing like mad (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I kinda got all the dates screwed up &amp;amp; NPLPL was the poor victim. It's not my fault that I resorted to asking her. SOMEONE was just as blur as me too (: &amp;amp; MDM, I counted, you told me 3 times only you cheater!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NPLPL, you're dooommmmmmed, bribe me, cmon! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;L_ _ _ accepted me! Y.E.S huh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm still obssesed over him, awww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monster is currently whistling his head off at pretty girls @ Bugis now. Kill me someone, HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone says "Fair &amp;amp; square" right? Who in the right mind would say "Circle"? You're mad boy (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whateverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the 1st time in 4 months, you gave me the -.- face! HAHA, I'm so gona save that message man! :D, I don't like that face bytheway (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kpo gang! Let's come together &amp;amp; rule the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, had fun with the random stuffs? It's all referring to different people though, HAHA (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I've just realised that all out texts have (: or :D in them"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yah yah, like real"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pretending that it was so lame, I actually scrolled down my messages &amp;amp; WOW. It's true man, HAHA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We may not be the best of lovers, but trust me, we're the best of friends, one that could ever wish for. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks for the ear again, cheapo kia (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;SOFTBALL ON TUESDAY. HERE I COME :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-4060957073649653950?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/4060957073649653950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-think-positive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4060957073649653950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4060957073649653950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-think-positive.html' title='When You Think Positive'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/TAJcai_xWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SXxD9h-YuIk/s72-c/DSC04195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-6352796898757701290</id><published>2010-05-28T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T03:59:14.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Just You</title><content type='html'>Weeee! I'm back blogging (: !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gona ask the standard question "You miss me?", cause I've decided that I don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, went to meet the parents session yesterday with Mama &amp;amp; Papa. Me &amp;amp; Miss Han were practically giving each other the LOL face at each other throughout the whole time. Mrs Tan just went on blabbering blabbering @ other parents, and my parents and I were already starving to death without breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! Mrs Tan wasn't being difficult with my parents &amp;amp; the whole talk just lasted like approximately 3 minutes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda satisfied with my overall result, though I claimed not to be in one of my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class position- &lt;em&gt;5th/40&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage- 73.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7As, (Including Civics &amp;amp; moral education), 3Bs, &amp;amp; a stupid C for music!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I LOVE THE COMMENTS THE TEACHERS WROTE ABOUT ME (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gona post it up though, it just made me go " Awwwwww"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've already decided what subject combination to take next year, but I'll confirm it again, if my standard mantain throughout the year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meet the parents, went to TM with Wayne, Izrafel, Miss Han &amp;amp; Miss Ko (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Pizza Hut &amp;amp; I felt like slapping the guys with pizzas for tageting me all the time! Pfffftttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made enquiry about the Tee-shirts &amp;amp; everyone went home ): Stupid Wayne was late for soccer(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored, I called up Hafriz &amp;amp; met him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been ages since I last saw him man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seriously look like he's burnt, literally burnt in the oven (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked and laughed &amp;amp; he was having fun tricking me round and round, whatever (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marina to meet parents &amp;amp; had MOF for Jap food for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like practically ordering everything off the menu as I was famished! In the end, the bill came up to $____++. OOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home &amp;amp; slept after a long &amp;amp; fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plans for the holiday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Softball the whole month (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.C camp on the 22th - 24th June (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gossiping session together with shopping spree with Nat &amp;amp; Wayne (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies! (Shrek 3 &amp;amp; Karate Kid)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food spree!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.T.U.D.Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've gave my promise to my parents that I won't slacken &amp;amp; would continue to produce the same results (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay, I love myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, it feels great to know stuffs about others, that people don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Credits to the Kpo-king of course, I can't stand you man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What connections do you exactly have ?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But just to tell you, I'm gona find a new target soon (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a blessed holiday, have fun, STUDY HARD &amp;amp; do take care (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-6352796898757701290?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/6352796898757701290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-youre-just-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6352796898757701290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/6352796898757701290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-youre-just-you.html' title='When You&apos;re Just You'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-4506652678442306691</id><published>2010-05-25T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T06:35:50.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When History Repeats Itself</title><content type='html'>Okay, here I go all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 3rd time, since I'm getting this secret obsession thing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee, it was a huge joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get my mind of L _ _ _ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get what I mean. Which obviously, you guys won't, since there's only 1 person in the whole wide world that knows it, &amp;amp; that person is the one that liked my status on Fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, don't read too much about it. Its let's see, &lt;em&gt;obsession (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry on day-dreaming now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snatch ____, ____ &amp;amp; _____, &amp;amp; I'll kill you up down left right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-4506652678442306691?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/4506652678442306691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-history-repeats-itself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4506652678442306691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4506652678442306691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-history-repeats-itself.html' title='When History Repeats Itself'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3874277180310515438</id><published>2010-05-23T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T06:49:51.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love Takes Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_kvppeAG5I/AAAAAAAAAns/La-FWl3LZe4/s1600/DSC04177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474459214598380434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_kvppeAG5I/AAAAAAAAAns/La-FWl3LZe4/s320/DSC04177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_kvpHXMcQI/AAAAAAAAAnk/hhxHDU1lBTY/s1600/DSC04176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474459205443023106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_kvpHXMcQI/AAAAAAAAAnk/hhxHDU1lBTY/s320/DSC04176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_kvrNJQVHI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZmqBHZnat7E/s1600/DSC04181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474459241354908786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_kvrNJQVHI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZmqBHZnat7E/s320/DSC04181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_kvqxPT-JI/AAAAAAAAAn8/bZKLQdkOTOM/s1600/DSC04179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474459233864120466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_kvqxPT-JI/AAAAAAAAAn8/bZKLQdkOTOM/s320/DSC04179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_kvqAGBBqI/AAAAAAAAAn0/UDiFrLtB7Dw/s1600/DSC04178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474459220671792802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_kvqAGBBqI/AAAAAAAAAn0/UDiFrLtB7Dw/s320/DSC04178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Why drag us into the picture when it was you that caused all these stuffs? Initially, I hated you, I admit I do. But after that was settled, I kinda pitied you &amp;amp; with whatever you were going through. But now, as I look back on everything you did, I realised you're really not someone worthy of my sympathy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe another gossiping session with ____ &amp;amp; _____ would do the job (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh &amp;amp;, I wanna watch shrek 3 one day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm, I plan to go messy for a day out someday. (Suggestion form Kpo king (: )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 months. Time, it really flies (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need a chio bu hunt, like NOW. They never fail to make me happy. Geez, it sounds wrong. But tada, I like pretty girls. But if they're ah lians, save it for yourself then. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then, (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-3874277180310515438?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3874277180310515438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-love-takes-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3874277180310515438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3874277180310515438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-love-takes-over.html' title='When Love Takes Over'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_kvppeAG5I/AAAAAAAAAns/La-FWl3LZe4/s72-c/DSC04177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1864834873324319575</id><published>2010-05-22T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T08:02:05.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Truth Is Discovered</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Zameer! Many returns of the day brother!&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/543737692402974021-1864834873324319575?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1864834873324319575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-truth-is-discovered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1864834873324319575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1864834873324319575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-truth-is-discovered.html' title='When The Truth Is Discovered'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2057629898609472894</id><published>2010-05-21T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T05:52:54.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Being Controlled</title><content type='html'>Possessive. I really don't really know what's going on now. I can't tell you what's going on, but I really want a explanation to all the question marks in my head now. Maybe it's not you, I don't know who was the one that ______. But, there's nothing going on, other than us being just good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to talk too much about it. Maybe, one day, I'll get to know the full story. Well, I least I do have this chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you exactly think you are, please reflect on what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The easiest way to lie, is to tell the truth &amp;amp; then laugh it off, so that people would takes of words as sarcasm instead. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true, totally something that someone is doing to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away, before I start screaming at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I realised, nothing is forever, Everyone leaves, it's just how much the truth would impact us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we just have to face the cruel reality. Those are nothing than just sweet lies told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thanks a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-2057629898609472894?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2057629898609472894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-youre-being-controlled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2057629898609472894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2057629898609472894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-youre-being-controlled.html' title='When You&apos;re Being Controlled'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3283119164296657491</id><published>2010-05-19T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:00:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When There's Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472961520092297986" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_PXDFxyZEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/lqhjFYroCOU/s320/DSC03938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_PXDrunBGI/AAAAAAAAAlU/BK2WBvDnRwo/s1600/DSC03939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472954430463083618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_PXDrunBGI/AAAAAAAAAlU/BK2WBvDnRwo/s320/DSC03939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_PXCHF3MCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/U3lS_2Rde6g/s1600/DSC03928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472954403448631330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_PXCHF3MCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/U3lS_2Rde6g/s320/DSC03928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you there was gona be a photo spam. There's actually more, but Blogger's lagging on me, so do make do with these nicer pictures we took (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I like the group photos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to blog about &lt;em&gt;something, &lt;/em&gt;but I'll do it some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me rant today, I really needed the listening ear (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic next Saturday with the same people, excited :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got back most of my results already, with the exception of Geography &amp;amp; Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I must say I ain't that satisfied actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've actually got 4 A, if teachers pitied me, and actually gave me that precious &lt;strong&gt;0.5 &lt;/strong&gt;marks. Yes, 0.5 marks, no doubt ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I couldn't find any excuse to get that mark, so I could only pray hard that my common test, which I did better, would pull my marks up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need my As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeah, got fed up with something just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NE learning journey this Friday, weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LKY, you better buck up on your studies before I start screaming at you (: Add more oil for mid-years, kk. You can do it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-3283119164296657491?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3283119164296657491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-theres-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3283119164296657491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3283119164296657491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-theres-lies.html' title='When There&apos;s Lies'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S_PdgWp7uwI/AAAAAAAAAnU/fpPD2-RdH-w/s72-c/DSC04173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3878617306531557228</id><published>2010-05-17T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:04:36.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Worth Treasuring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Zoo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yippie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we went to the zoo today :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aqilah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Deanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Natladda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shi Ying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kia Yee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wayne &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Izrafel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;David backed out on us, tsk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, anyway, we reached the zoo quite late, thanks to IZRAFEL, who came all the way From Malaysia &amp;amp; was therefore superduperwuperfuper late! But, yeah, we waited for him, and killed them playing those kiddy rides in AMK hub. We actually wasted, say, $2 EACH, on them? (: But it was fun I must say. The boys, being their "Civilised" self, decided to bury themselves at one corner, apparently entertained by their PSP. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Walked around, comtemplating if we should eat, when Izrafel finally called &amp;amp; we went down to the interchange to wait for the bus to the ZOO! Behaved like clowns in front of the I.D photo machine (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Waited for quite a while, &amp;amp; finally off we went! Slept throughout the way, &amp;amp; Wayne never got tired of repeating that "incident".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Walked around the zoo, had fun, laughter, craps, &amp;amp; of course, leg aches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The girls went to play the water they had at the Kiddyplace &amp;amp; the boys went to KFC, to enjoy their drinks. But as it turned out, we had way more fun than them, tsk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Took boat back to the entrance &amp;amp; bused back to AMK hub. I, being very tired, slept on the bus again (: ! I love long bus rides. I guess everyone of us were drop-dead tired as there was not a tiny winy bit of noise from us (: , which I would consider, quite a miracle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Walked around the mall &amp;amp; ate Ice cream. Anderson's, mind you (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aqilah, Deanna, Natladda &amp;amp; Shi Ying went home, while I, Kia Yee &amp;amp; Wayne went to catch a movie- The Losers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Laughed about the prices of drinks, the "mother-son" relationship, the phony part of the movie &amp;amp; much more (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The movie, I gurantee, is a must see for the boys, but I won't say so for the girls though. Throughout the whole show, I was complaining to Kia Yee that it was way too violent, &amp;amp; he &amp;amp; Wayne actually laughed it off when that Max guy went round killing people. Sadists (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Took MRT home after that, &amp;amp; had the 2 gentlemen to accompany me instead of taking bus home. Thanks guys ♥. I really appreciated it, though I kept scolding you guys on the MRT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually, I can't be blamed. You guys were being over-racist &amp;amp; the ah gua thing was a big joke, &amp;amp; so was the "working class ghosts". Like, hello! HAHA (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Parted with them and came home, bathed, had dinner &amp;amp; blogging now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pictures are not to be missed! Do view them on facebook, or stay tuned for my next post, as I promise, it'll be a major photo spam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I truly enjoyed myself today! I really thanks God for letting me know you guys &amp;amp; having you all by my side, laughing through each day (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Prawn-ing next week, cool or what! &lt;em&gt;Someone's allegic to seafood though, ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-3878617306531557228?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3878617306531557228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/memories-worth-treasuring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3878617306531557228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3878617306531557228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/memories-worth-treasuring.html' title='Memories Worth Treasuring'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-1683193266562290457</id><published>2010-05-16T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:38:38.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Can't Believe It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S--dTbIGKeI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bbFqCoGPEFU/s1600/tumblr_l2csiew0GQ1qaobbko1_500[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471765029303232994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S--dTbIGKeI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bbFqCoGPEFU/s320/tumblr_l2csiew0GQ1qaobbko1_500%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How true (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll be going to the ZOO on the 17th March (Tomorrow), with&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aqilah, Natladda, Shi Ying, Deanna, Wayne, David &amp;amp; Izrafel ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meeting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hafriz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on Friday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's no school on Monday obviously (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't like rotting at home with nothing to do. The thought of studying even crossed my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall tie plaits to school from Tuesday onwards (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've spent the whole day yesterday searching for N's present, which seemingly took eternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's something terribly wrong with my eye, as it swells for no apparant reason ): Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;______'s in loveeeeee, got sa-bo-ed :D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T.A.G, where got pretty, please people, you have eyes for a reason! &lt;em&gt;Right Natladda? Hehe;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having steamboat later at Marina Barrage (: ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need to head down to Safra later /, boos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People these few days are so so typical, pffftt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Please take care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Life, I've assured myself, is definately worth living for (:&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/543737692402974021-1683193266562290457?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/1683193266562290457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-cant-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1683193266562290457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/1683193266562290457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-cant-believe-it.html' title='When You Can&apos;t Believe It'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S--dTbIGKeI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bbFqCoGPEFU/s72-c/tumblr_l2csiew0GQ1qaobbko1_500%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3564187409517228763</id><published>2010-05-15T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T07:47:52.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Melange Of Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S-6vCYM1MlI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sVH5kq59l54/s1600/19674_310023740793_590380793_3687553_5782330_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471503052692599378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S-6vCYM1MlI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sVH5kq59l54/s320/19674_310023740793_590380793_3687553_5782330_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NPLPL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We "fight", we squabble, we argue, we laugh, we cry &amp;amp; lastly, we love each other. When the going goes tough, do keep in mind that there's someone called JCKY, that will always be more than willing to pick you up. When you're happy, remember that there is always one that will share your joy with you, and that, would be me. If you need to cry, I'll not be your shoulder (I don't know if I could take the weight), but I promise I'll be your ear (: If you need to vent your anger, this's the best. Remember that super vulgur MSN convo? Yepp, I'll be more than elated to reply that, hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, a very happy birthday to you (:  !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-15's-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray that You give me strength, to continue playing &amp;amp; excelling in the game of softball, even after the commander of the game-Coach, had gone to meet You in Heaven above. I pray that You give Aqilah &amp;amp; I the wisdom, to be able to lead the team forward &amp;amp; we'll try our utmost to win the East Zone, in honour of Your Name, and for the glory of Coach. I commit my life to You, and I pray that You would bless all of the softball team members, the teachers-in-charge, my classmates, and Kia Yee, who is always in pain, due to his internal ankle injury. I pray that Your hands would heal him &amp;amp; he would well again. Oh Lord, I pray for the safety for all and may we be blessed under You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Jesus' most precious name I pray, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh &amp;amp;, don't ever give me the 0.o face, as I believed there's perfectly nothing wrong with your beautiful eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry, for venting my anger on you this morning. Thanks for allowing me to do so, I love you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I get jealous very easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-3564187409517228763?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3564187409517228763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/melange-of-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3564187409517228763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3564187409517228763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/melange-of-feelings.html' title='A Melange Of Feelings'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S-6vCYM1MlI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sVH5kq59l54/s72-c/19674_310023740793_590380793_3687553_5782330_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3304114753090279957</id><published>2010-05-14T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T02:22:21.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When The World Revolves Around You.</title><content type='html'>Pee @ you! Okay, that's the newer version of peek-a-boo, &amp;amp; don't give me the -.- thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished my Home-Economics paper &amp;amp; way am I happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised that there are alot of different types of people around me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The caring ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- These people never fail to shower me care &amp;amp; concern everytime, even if my mood was affected even by something small, like the lack of food. I feel worthy in their eyes. I feel like I belong, and lastly, I feel loved. I believe that relationships (Friends based), if we try our best to mantain it. &amp;amp; I know, that it's to my disadvantage if I were to lose friends like them - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The evil/Selfish ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Words can't really describe how evil are these people! They are malicious, scheming, cunning &amp;amp; all the negative words that you could actually think of. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;# 1, this is most evident during exams when they have the most number of notes, but refuse to lend you any, in fear that you do better than them. I guess this would be the true defination of being selfish. Oh please, sure, take the 1st place then (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#2, apparently, they were the ones at fault, but they are only capable of pushing the blame to others, so that they suffer the dire repercussions, instead of the villians themselves. Tsk, sounds familiar? (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fun ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;believe that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm happy everyday, because of these type of people. They never fail to make me laugh at the computer screen, Handphone, or even in front of them. I literally go LOL@ ___, yeah. Well, I guess people's sense of humour is natural. You know when someone really has the sense of humour, or if they're just trying their utmost to cough out something "funny", which would have me staring at them like (???)(what???), hehe (: These people, with their jokes &amp;amp; humour, would inevitably bring out my happy self again, no matter how emotional I was before. I guess the world would be better with more of them ^^.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E.g. Ryan Heng &amp;amp; Frazer Poh, that is making me LOL@ the monitor screen now (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ones that can't keep secrets, big or small.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I think there's not much to say about these type of people, as I'm sure you guys had came across them before. Yes, I'm sure, definately. It's like you told person #1 something, and at that split second, person #2 overheard, &amp;amp; poof, it's like magic! The whole #3 cohort/school/class/level, knows. Hehe (: But sometimes, it's quite entertaining to know that their mouths don't get tired. The fact that really got me wondering. Hmmm (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done describing the main people (: I personally really like the fun ones! Hehe, if you're a follower of my blog, you know you know you know, that Jenna Chiew Kai Yi is something that can't stand boring people, esp people who thinks that living a day without laughing is considered normal. Omgeez, pee @ yourself! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very physically worn out these days due to the exams. Should get my ample rest this weekends. Disturb me, &amp;amp; I'll blast your head off (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Monster for the attitude these days like tee hee, someone's guilty, &amp;amp; that's me (Blush) ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your help in art, cause you know that if you don't help me, the teachers might not even know if f9 is too good for me. Much loves (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born to believe, that chickens are the best thing that were created. You know, the meat is just pure yummyz! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making no sense again, hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-3304114753090279957?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3304114753090279957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-world-revolves-around-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3304114753090279957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3304114753090279957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-world-revolves-around-you.html' title='When The World Revolves Around You.'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-5952555272965033450</id><published>2010-05-12T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T04:57:38.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Love Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- It takes a short time to get into a relationship, but a long time to try to build it, to the point where both parties can't do without each other, till their love for each other meets no end, till saying "I love you", is not a chore, but a blessing instead. - JCKY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470344178252938690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S-qRDAfkfcI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_UYj4YgAURQ/s320/31780_386395635793_590380793_4227742_713126_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust me, one day, I'm gona kill Art with a knife. &amp;amp; yeah, that's artistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT HEAPS OF REASONS TO PROVE TO YOU THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING FOR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grandma. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't ask about Grandpa, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Having the chance to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Having a caring he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having great brothers/sisters. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YC, I ain't no treating you as a stranger (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Having the ability to crap even in the most difficult time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Introducing softball into my life (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lastly, to love life, first love yourself (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E FOR EXAMS. NO WAIT, IT MEANS EPIC. YES, FAIL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stress over! I'm left with Home Econs &amp;amp; Art, but still..the more important subjects are oveerrr! CLAPS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've no idea why these setters chose to torture me, with the over-rated exam papers! Okay, I know those brainy(s) out there, would be chuckling &amp;amp; say "Just admit you have a bird brain". No, I don't. Bury yourself dead (: Why! I'm getting more violent. Not surprising, with dangerours people hanging around you all day long (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing I have full confidence of, is CHINESE. Care to know why? Because! I know I'll fail, so yes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll blog properly next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be my best friend if food is your's. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yan Chuan! Stop saying you feel like slapping my face when I do that expression as I did for my Fb's display picture! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NPLPL, I LOVE YOU (: NPLPL, I LOVE YOU (: NPLPL, I LOVE YOU (: !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/543737692402974021-5952555272965033450?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/5952555272965033450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-love-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5952555272965033450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/5952555272965033450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-love-yourself.html' title='When You Love Yourself'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S-qRDAfkfcI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_UYj4YgAURQ/s72-c/31780_386395635793_590380793_4227742_713126_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-161656223064431894</id><published>2010-04-24T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T06:47:30.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're All I Ever Wanted</title><content type='html'>Hello Cyber World! Jenna's back! I was kinda cut off from the computer till today, as I was busy studying &amp;amp; all. Stressed up alright! These few days were of mixed emotions, but mainly on the positive side (: Let's start with Wednesday shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday- 21st April 2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I could barely recall what happened during school hours. So, let's skip to the more exciting/Interesting/Fun part, after school! 2 Aliens came to my house in an attempt to destroy it, &amp;amp; 1 of them was ordered by Jun Xiong to burn my house down. How great! Okay, back to the point. They came over to my house to finish up on our artwork-Something that got our whole class very worked up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that I rolled on the floor laughing about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The transparent box thing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natladda soaking her socks into paint at home!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awwwww(Jenna), Ewwwww(Aqilah) &amp;amp; Ow(Natladda). Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwhich, they went home. &amp;amp; boy was I tired. Skipped tuition that day in order to finish it up as the &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt;line was on Friday (23th April) Had my little studying sessions before I fell alseep! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday- 22th April 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Hurray! PFT (: I was kinda scared for it, as it've been a week since I had softball. &amp;amp; I know it's a lame excuse, but studies are sort of keeping me from excerising. Hehe (: But it turned out fine afterall!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit ups (1 min) = 31 -&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Incline pull ups = 17 -&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shuttle run = 10.5/10.8s - &lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;The first attempt, I got 10.5s. But! Mrs Tan forgot to press the stop button on her stopwatch &amp;amp; I had to redo, and I got 10.8s. Grr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit &amp;amp; Reach = 43cm - &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.4km run = 13mins - &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Standing broad jump = 165cm - &lt;strong&gt;C ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was over the moon when I secured the Gold. Such things mean a lot to me, since I'm in a sports CCA. So, yeah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stayed back in class to help poor old Nooriman with his artwork as David &amp;amp; Izrafel all went home, dumping all the work to him. As we've nothing on, we stayed back to help him :D. Had a very nice talk. &lt;em&gt;Nooriman, I hope you see more clearly now! Haha (: You were once blind, but now you see I hope! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to accompany Natladda &amp;amp; Aqilah for dinner but I left earlier as I wanted to be home earlier to study (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday- 23th April 2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;2 test in a day! How fabulous could this day get, seriously. Geography test was quite easy. But everybody said it was difficult, so that got me a little nervous. But oh well, nothing could be done now. Literature test was so-so. The paper was of higher standard than all our previous test, but I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;Literature, so yepp! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wanted to skip HMT to go home. But Wayne needed our help for the art thing too, as his teammates flew back home straight after school. So I stayed on for HMT, and it was torturous! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, Natladda had a talk with Mrs Tan, and it was my turn. But! When Mrs Tan talked to me, she was talking to me about my friends. She didn't mention anything about me or my behavious or studies or anything related to me. The whole while, she was talking about my clique, and going through them 1 by 1. Hillarious &amp;amp; I kinda enjoyed it ^^. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She put me on a mission and I must show her the results! Grr, told my Mother. She laughed like a mad woman on the loose ): Monster too. He questioned my abilty to do it. Hehe (: But whatever, I shall try my very best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday- 24th April 2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Nothing much happened today besides burying myself with homework &amp;amp; textbooks &amp;amp; notes. A pool of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would not be updating till after Mid years, unles there's something I really see the need to blog about. Would be MIA-ing from everything :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To Monster:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm really sorry. I've not been spending as much time with you compared to the starting of the year as I can't SMS while studying. I know you don't mind, you told me that there was no need to apologise. But aww, I still feel bad. Nvm nvm, after mid year, we shall set off on our mission impossible. Thanks so much for all the moral support these days. I really appreciate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With much love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenna :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-161656223064431894?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/161656223064431894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-youre-all-i-ever-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/161656223064431894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/161656223064431894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-youre-all-i-ever-wanted.html' title='When You&apos;re All I Ever Wanted'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-2288319451421326192</id><published>2010-04-18T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T06:22:11.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Your Heart Lacks Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8sD_wtX04I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Rjv7lx48H7A/s1600/91bc23a31129ea88[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461463367058707330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8sD_wtX04I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Rjv7lx48H7A/s320/91bc23a31129ea88%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know when I'm sad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know when I'm happy/hyper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bother to remember every small details, such as what are my likes/loves, dislikes/hates &amp;amp; my ambitions &amp;amp; stuffs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never mind my busy scheldue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never put any stress on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always always always understand &amp;amp; would always always always try to cheer me up (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never fail to put a smile on my face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always put me before everything/everyone else &amp;amp; would care very much for my wellbeing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scold me when I'm in the wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Encourage me when I really needed the motivation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect my decisions &amp;amp; trust me, even if I don't trust myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know when to joke, and when not to take it too far when I'm in a veryveryvery bad mood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are the one whom I can run to 24/7h in a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I text stuffs like "Oh, k", you would immediately text me back, asking me to chill &amp;amp; to share with you what had me moody/angry/put off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The clock strikes 7, you would never fail to ask me how was dinner that evening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't respond to your text for more than an hour or so, you would know that I'm studying &amp;amp; would not mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sick, you would text me between short intervals, asking me of my current "condition", &amp;amp; always forcing me to drink water &amp;amp; eat my medicine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I say "&lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;", I mean it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I didn't copy &amp;amp; paste anything from here yo!&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/543737692402974021-2288319451421326192?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/2288319451421326192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-your-heart-lacks-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2288319451421326192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/2288319451421326192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-your-heart-lacks-something.html' title='When Your Heart Lacks Something'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8sD_wtX04I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Rjv7lx48H7A/s72-c/91bc23a31129ea88%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-4834888378490107587</id><published>2010-04-17T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:59:04.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Ball Is Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, I've just finished watching the Man City V.S Man Utd match. The score was 0-1 by the way, if you guys unfortunately, didn't watch it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd scored at the last 30 seconds. Yes, your eyes were not playing tricks on you. &lt;strong&gt;30 seconds. &lt;/strong&gt;Just when my Father &amp;amp; I were on the verge of rejoicing, a goal pooped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that goal went in, all the curses &amp;amp; sweares started coming in through by phone by Jun Xiong &amp;amp; Wayne. Woah woah. Both of them said the same time y'know! "He so old already, go back sleep lah!" LOL @ both of them real hard (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Monster was jumping with joy. Dang. Not funny okay? Laugh laugh laugh &amp;amp; laugh somemore. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my conclusion is : &lt;strong&gt;The ball is indeed round. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to study. &amp;amp; studying doesen't mean going to the kitchen in search for food every 5 minutes! ): &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still want sports day! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love softball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't wait for school on Monday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heyo my dear;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care of yourself okayyy? Hehe, I hate you. Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;! I think I'm going mad soon :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZAMEER! GET WELL SOON ALRIGHT! FEVER FEVER, SHOO SHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-4834888378490107587?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/4834888378490107587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-ball-is-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4834888378490107587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/4834888378490107587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-ball-is-round.html' title='When The Ball Is Round'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-9132340244455660858</id><published>2010-04-16T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:30:28.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When There's Nothing But Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460725865863832018" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Thanks many for their care &amp;amp; concern (: I didn't love you guys/girls for nothing! I must seriously have something before attending softball. The pain could kill me. Nearly teared cause of the pain at home. Well well! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday- &lt;/strong&gt;Sports day 2010 @ Serangoon Stadium today! Woke up excitedly &amp;amp; headed there with the usuals. Faith 2-2 rocks like no other class do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nooriman(Softball)- Gold @ both 200m and 100m. Bronze @ inter-house relay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jun Xiong(BB)- Bronze @ 100m. Bronze @ inter-house relay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqilah(Softball)- Gold @ 400m. Gold @ inter-house relay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenna(Softball)- Silver @ 400m&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ting Ting(Dance)- Gold @ 100m. Bronze at inter-house relay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wayne(Softball)- Gold @ inter-house relay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shi ying(Softball)- Gold @ shotput.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremy(Band)- Gold @ shotput.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention that softball rocks? Hehe :D. 11 medals for Faith 2-2. The much anticipated inter-class relay was cancelled due to the shortage of time. Aw ): I would choose that over inter-house relay man! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;400m was tiring no doubt. I could barely feel my legs after the run. Man! Was I born to lose to Aqilah in running? Argh, I'll beat her 1 day. &lt;em&gt;Oh Aqilah, be on the lookout! &lt;/em&gt;Carmen was 3rd. We 3 were all so mama papa nervous before the race. But it turned out fine afterall I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the prize presentation (Something which had Carmen all hyped up), headed back to Serangoon interchange to bus back to Aljunied MRT. Sabita dropped off along the way to go back home ): Went to Bugis thereafter to settle our lunch &amp;amp; accompany Deanna to buy her shoes :D. Laughter along the way. Oh, Aqilah &amp;amp; I were drop-dead tired alright! Pfft, but was quite energised after lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Blah blah skip skip-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went home, tiring but yet exciting day! I can't wait for sports day next year! But then, I'll be in the B division &amp;amp; uh oh. Compete with my softball seniors. Carve the "Lose" word over my forehead now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-No cold drinks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-No fried food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-No ice cream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's obviously trying to kill me. Argh, stupid cough. You caused me enough problem, go away now! &amp;amp; not forgetting you, gastric pain! I detest you guys! I don't like Monster, deprive me of the thing I need everyday-Soya bean! ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh &amp;amp;! Thanks Frazer for coming all the way form the stadium back to the interchange to lead the blur us there :D. Your kindness was much appreciated! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to sleep on the toilet bowl now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jun Xiong, sorry okay? ): It's pain &amp;amp; I was just joking. I'm sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543737692402974021-9132340244455660858?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/9132340244455660858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-theres-nothing-but-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/9132340244455660858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/9132340244455660858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-theres-nothing-but-pain.html' title='When There&apos;s Nothing But Pain'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8hlPiqZ4dI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Z8uYUYq23Q0/s72-c/25648_379249840793_590380793_4063385_1753350_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-3083515443891693657</id><published>2010-04-14T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T06:51:33.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Never Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XGUAp-hBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fJtmL2PkjgU/s1600/DSC04100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459988170332341266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XGUAp-hBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fJtmL2PkjgU/s320/DSC04100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XFwJqmwOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_uOEq9fGQec/s1600/DSC04098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459987554275606754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XFwJqmwOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_uOEq9fGQec/s320/DSC04098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XFvl56D8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/PoQaIe1OQHY/s1600/DSC04097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459987544676110274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XFvl56D8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/PoQaIe1OQHY/s320/DSC04097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XFvUie4aI/AAAAAAAAAho/1yZYD6Jcz6o/s1600/DSC04095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459987540014457250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XFvUie4aI/AAAAAAAAAho/1yZYD6Jcz6o/s320/DSC04095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459987530687670450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XFuxyzaLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WceUdARnSvk/s320/DSC04093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XFufXEi3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eliTbppz4JE/s1600/DSC04092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459987525739514738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XFufXEi3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eliTbppz4JE/s320/DSC04092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I guess the topic says it all (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got a new target today! Ren Jie, here I come!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natladda, too bad! Really, I'm going to get him before you do!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Should not have made that bet with Monster ): I can't talk so much in class now! WHATTT, MY LIFE! You don't talk=I go home early everyday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh oh oh! Wait, he's so emotional today. HAHAHA, sot sot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ren Jie's so cute! (But looks are decieving eh.*winks at Monster*)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Argueing in class with Jun Xiong is sure tiring man!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relay on friday, sports day. I hate Carmen :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying my best to not sleep in class these days. (I've been quite true to my words)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE RUI LING.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OKAY OKAY, I'm off to studying!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lalala, things would be much better if people think less (:&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/543737692402974021-3083515443891693657?l=jennachiew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/feeds/3083515443891693657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-youre-never-full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3083515443891693657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543737692402974021/posts/default/3083515443891693657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennachiew.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-youre-never-full.html' title='When You&apos;re Never Full'/><author><name>[J]enna;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222396422149881103</uri><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/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/SyjovwNhMeI/AAAAAAAAADc/ve_Z70Nj5oA/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRjJ7xnxO-U/S8XGUAp-hBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fJtmL2PkjgU/s72-c/DSC04100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543737692402974021.post-272856272082705924</id><published>2010-04-12T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:09:24.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Guys See The Wrong Beauty</title><content type='html'
